Breeze - Xavier Rudd

You will breeze in, fresh air that you are

They will inhale you deep into their lungs

They will exhale you as far as you may go

And you will touch their souls

Imagine yourself floating away

Imagine the tiniest little pixi people

Rub the ocean in your face

Imagine your feet had never touched the eart

Imagine you are flying above the whole human race

Just gliding above it all

You will breeze in, fresh air that you are

They will inhale you deep into their lungs

They will exhale you as far as you may go

And you will touch their souls

Imagine you were dreaming in a bed

Of fresh green leaves

And you awoke to a shining sun

The good people of the world all free

You will breeze in, fresh air that you are

They will inhale you deep into their lungs

They will exhale you as far as you may go

And you will touch their souls

Now you’re leaving home

Ya got ya business to do

Hollow as an old log and I’m thinking of you

So many times and years

Well they seem so much less

We were truly blessed!

You will breeze in, fresh air that you are

They will inhale you deep into their lungs

They will exhale you as far as you may go

And you will touch their souls