Where my soul is buried

Where is my soul buried?

Is it in the forest? Or in the desert?

Maybe in the valley? Or on a hill?

Is it in the garden so still?

My head is a crowd of people

My heart is a simple thing, it drags me back to one place,

Where the waves crash and break

My head is a crowd of people

Thoughts shout over each other, making my head spin and throb

The place I love is an escape to life

To make the people in my mind hush for a while

And just to focus on the white lion roaring in front of me

My heart is a simple thing and it wants to say here