It Doesn't Feel Done

Travels of the soul trying to make it home
I don't want to chase all those lows
I don't want to build to only have it fall

And the setting sun doesn't feel done
In an instant things are gone

Travels of the soul trying to make it home
I don't want to chase all those lows
I don't want to build to only have it fall

And the setting sun doesn't feel done
In an instant things are gone

I'm feeling out of place
I know that the soul must change
I'm feeling out of place
I know that the soul must change
The soul must change
The soul must change



Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Alberto Pagan Motta
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link