Yeah, the summer count can come
Brings you sounds you thought were goneAnd you can try to search around
And you can try to cut it downI found it all but I lost my soulEverything you hold can come
The words, they seem to roll as oneAnd you can try to search around
And you can try to cut it down
You never really knew for sure
That breeze can come before you fallI found it all but I lost my soul
I found it all but I lost my soul
I found it all but I lost my soul
I found it all but I lost my soul
I found it all but I lost my soul
I found it all but I lost my soul
