Oh soul please keep yourself from seeking things that'll go out of style
Driving down the highway all the signs say the same thing:
'may i have your attention? come and try what's on me, soon you'll see, you'll be happy'
An attractive sentence
May i choose to look above me
May i choose to see what's lovely
Today to beauty may I run yes
Today to lose myself in Love yes (agape)
What a simple thing, or so it seems, but it feels different
Could i be set free, hear beauty speak, do i even feel like listening?
If i focus on the distance, keep my eyes fixed and resist what's down below
It seems simple
Flying 'round the sky, so high they say softly, 'i'm more beautiful'
Morning after morning the same story pouring out
Much more beautiful
May i choose to look above me
May i choose to see what's lovely
Today to beauty may I run yes
Today to lose myself in Love yes (agape)
What a simple thing, or so it seems, but it feels different
Could i be set free, hear beauty speak, do i even feel like listening?
If i focus on the distance, keep my eyes fixed and resist what's down below
It seems simple
Oh soul please keep yourself from seeking things that'll go out of style
What a simple thing, or so it seems, but it feels different
Could i be set free, hear beauty speak, do i even feel like listening?
If i focus on the distance, keep my eyes fixed and resist what's down below
It seems simple