Catamaran - Kyuss

Smooth stones beneath me

Cool air surrounds

Soft and savioury

Take me to God, you can take me to God

No it doesn’t take your

Will to set your brace on me

I never doubt your possibilities

Please let go of my sleeve

Smooth stones behind me

Cold air surrounds

Soft and savioury

You can take me to God, you take me to God

No it doesn’t take your

Will to set your brace on me

I never doubt your possibilities

Please let go of my sleeve