Soul! Soul! Soul!
Soul!
Please let me see your soul
The epidermis of the soul
Surface
Soul
Please let me touch your soul
With the surface of the palm
Of my hand
Surface
Easy! Stay so cool, easy
Stay with no, even no reason
Of the surface
Free! Yes, you stay free
Stay well, whether with reason or not
Just land!
Soul
This of the fear is calmed
Of the thirst this is appeased
All of the mourning don't exist
Soul
Just like a reflection on the water
Above the last layer
That lies above
The surface
Crisis!
It has gone, free
All my fears have all stooped
Of your fear with no reason
Laughter, early in the day, laughter
Of a baby the water has already wet
Its surface!
Soul!
Here on the outside
No single form of trauma
Is resisting
Open your valve to me now
Your capsule, your soul
It floats on the
Surface
Flat, that just smooths me
All your sweat is the salt that comes from the Sun
Of its surface!
Simple, slowly and simple
So freely
The soul has already landed
On the surface
Soul!
Here on the outside
No single form of trauma
Is resisting
Open your valve to me now
Your capsule, your soul
It floats on
The surface
Flat, that just smooths me
All your sweat is the salt that comes from the Sun
Of its surface!
Simple, slowly and simple
So freely
The soul has already landed
On the surface
Soul!
Please let me see your soul
The epidermis of the soul
Surface
Soul
Please let me touch your soul
With the surface of the palm
Of my hand
Surface!
Soul!
Let me see!
Let me touch!
Soul! Soul!
Let me see!
Let me touch!
Soul! Soul!
Surface
Soul! Soul!