Finally at ease, it feels like last summer.
Where we cut through the breeze like lightning through thunder.
It could rain all day and I'd still be at ease.
For I understand joy, weaves just like the breeze.
Finally at ease, it feels like last summer.
Where we cut through the breeze like lightning through thunder.
It could rain all day and I'd still be at ease.
For I understand joy, weaves just like the breeze.