Catamaran

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