Catamaran کے بول

Smooth stones beneath me Cool air surrounds Soft and savoury You can 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 Oh Oh-oh-ohhh Oh-oh Smooth stones behind me Cold air surrounds Soft and savory You can 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