Soft - The Second Coming

I live to fly on a natural high

My love is growing softly to the sky

The lovers hors’audourves for the

Evening to come

The camera still runs and we see you

I was soft for the first time

Now content to breathe so deeply

Got my hands in my pockets

Burn, burn, burn

I’ve seen the light

Hell, I’ve seen them all

But one can keep those daydreams

Keepin' on

Show me a world in a

Different space, in a different house

In a different way

Nothings sacred anymore but

Don’t touch my friends

God makes amends in a book

He’s only pleasant when he’s sleeping