On a sunday afternoon I drink my coffee in my bed ‘til two I close my eyes, and in my head I’m thinking life is blessed and delicate And it seems to be we’re all just here as one. And in this moment i find a way To be subject to…well, it’s hard to say So i call it out: Please believe Please believe I’m all of you I’m all of you Please believe Please believe Life is all of you It’s all of you So don’t look back For there is a will to find a way To carry your heart In the calling out So oh mama, oh hell yes No running from my mind or thoughts i guess Its seems to be we’re all just here as one And in this moment i find a way To be subject to… well, it’s hard to say So i call it out: