I'm gonna try to do my soul I'm gonna try to do my soul I'm gonna try to do my soul Think, think, think, try They couldn't find their peace and I am convincing them every time Can you feel it? The noise of the wind hiring down from the peaks of the scantilaginous sea I could trust you I could trust you I could trust you I could trust you to be free Did it all begin to look nice again? Could it fall from here? Did it all begin to look nice again? Could it fall from here? To be with you To be free To be free
