Please Believe

On a sunday afternoon
I drink my coffee in my bed ‘til two
I close my eyes, and in my head
I’m thinking life is blessed and delicate
And it seems to be we’re all just here as one.
And in this moment i find a way
To be subject to…well, it’s hard to say
So i call it out:

Please believe
Please believe
I’m all of you
I’m all of you
Please believe
Please believe
Life is all of you
It’s all of you

So don’t look back
For there is a will to find a way
To carry your heart
In the calling out

So oh mama, oh hell yes
No running from my mind or thoughts i guess
Its seems to be we’re all just here as one
And in this moment i find a way
To be subject to… well, it’s hard to say
So i call it out: