Trost
Trost
Go outside the bonds
A flow of blood
Our hands together
In patterns
Tell all your thoughts
And all your needs
And all your trust
Of the man I used to be
Hold your breath
A holy ward
Hold till now
Soft light I find
I wonder
Soft light I find
Belong here
Writer/s: Brenden Gunn, Chris Doyle, Peter Sacco
