The Breeze

Heard you lost yourself the other day
In a rundown coastal town
If you let the ocean flood your mind
You'll find that you'll be found
Time is flying just ahead of you
It is always out of reach
'Cause my sister's growing up too soon
I miss simplicity

But I love coming home
Except when the fog clouds my judgment
And I will tear me to the bone
'Cause I'm not ready to let go yet, mmm

Take your time and speak your mind
Hold your ground, recall your sound
Close your eyes and live with ease
And you will be among the trees
Drifting through the breeze
Oh, oh

When you count the boats along the waves
When you break down twice a day
Well there's something 'bout the feel of pain
It slowly finds its place
Well, my sentimental soul, it aches
But I've never felt loss
But someday those I love will pass
And I'll pass their love along
Oh, oh
You, ooh

And honey, I love coming home
Except when the fog clouds my judgment
And I will tear me to the bone
'Cause I'm not ready to let go yet, oh

Take your time and speak your mind
Hold your ground, recall your sound
Close your eyes and live with ease
And you will be among the trees
Drifting through the breeze
Oh, oh
You, ooh

Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, said
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, and you
Hold on to the breeze, said
Hold on to the breeze
Hold on to me

Take your time and speak your mind
Hold your ground, recall your sound
Close your eyes and live with ease
And you will be among the trees
Drifting through the breeze



Credits
Writer(s): Merrick Brannigan, Putnam Murdock, Cole Corper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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