Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul

Looking for the man, looking for his God
Searching on the seas and in the sun
Goes really under stones or in the blow
Blowing on the weep or in the blees

Where was the man looking for his God?
In his words: I’m blinded by hope
I’m finding in the mess, scribing on the wall
Resting in the feels on the seas

Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul

Looking for the man, looking for his God
Search the vein on you and the sailed blend
Goes really under stones or hiding you to blood?
How I never loved the only have?

Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul
Searching for my soul