Shackles on your feet that you and me can't seeĪnd so you're looking at your hands, saying I got the felling that there's more like meīorn in babylon but you just got to be free Then there's no resignation get the best of me "Nothing", like "called every nema in the book",īut for every second guess I never gave a second look, lookĬuz if the best they got is not impressing me "Nothing", like "nobody thought I was something". It's in the back of my mind all day long.I came from nothing but I'm nothing like "nothing" Until that day I'm watching, waiting on this road that I walk. Cause I'm related to a place I've never been to or saw. That's if I name it or so if it even happens at all. Its like there's something in my heart that lets me know that I'm free. And when I could, I couldn't tell people how it felt to me. I get a feeling that I'm having me before i can speak. Cause I can feel it in the summer breeze. It kinda feels like there's something wrong. Forgotten truths (said from the youth?) so many years since Babylon, So So we sing it in this song, with hope to resurrect conciseness back through our daughters and our sons, yea.Ĭause I can feel it in the summer breeze. I can see in in the sign, That we could be just fine, that history reveals the truths we need to find, but. I can't remember in my mind, Way back before my time. And what am I not remembering? Cause i can feel it in a summer breeze, and it keeps calling me. Another way that maybe we forgot, but maybe we still need. Its on the tip of my tongue so I talk.Ĭause you can feel it in a summer breeze, theres something in the trees. So I'm continuing to search and watch the road that I walk. And I can feel it in the air whether I read it or not. Cause Karma happens, doesn't matter bout which bibles I got. Its even harder to put in the words while writing this song. But its so complicated knowing what to keep anymore. I try to search inside myself to find the right and the wrong. And what am I not remembering? Cause I can feel it in a summer breeze, and it keeps calling me. Turn it to black, cause (maybe?) I can still see you.Ĭause you can feel it in a summer breeze, there's something in the trees. And all I see is me but I know that's hardly true. I catch a flick in the mirror cause I'm looking for you. And I'm gaining hope and I start thinking again. And I'm playing cause the bells start ringing again. So I'm singing out the verse, start singing again. Something that we doing, or not doing like its far gone. I don't know, I cant remember.Hold on.Wait a minute.Ĭause you can feel it in a summer breeze, theres something in the trees. Or maybe, Maybe its different now, different now then it used to be.
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