Catamaran

Smooth stones beneath me Cool air surrounds Soft and savory 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 savory 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