Gentle Soul

He told me himself,
he’s a gentle soul
I saw for myself,
he’s a gentle soul
Camilla’s a calming name,
like windowing
Camilla’s a calming name,
like windowing
There’s nobody else with your babe’s little eyes
This is number fourteen out of how many tries
Your voice has a calming strain,
all whispering
My voice wants to do the same oh brothering
All alone in your zoo of numbers and clues,
of colors and hues
He told me himself,
he’s a gentle soul