I sat and talked to a hurricane of thought.
My brother said it’s time to go back to the one love.
One love one saint.
A saint of tranquility
My brother I don’t have the words of my thoughts
Stay with me and your mind will clear
It is time to go back to the way I once was
It is lonely chilling comfortably slumped
Why go back to the way I once was
To secure a future that rode above
I read you like a bible because that’s my sin
