Testo Calvin Makenzie

Make no mistakes, my voice is clear
And though it may be a subtle threat: Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regrets
We cannot distinguish all of the world
So celebrate and sing along
It is a gift
It's where I belong
Straight down and to the east, I place my hands out in front of me
We are ALL the crowd To the sweet by and by I come
To the crowd be blessed
I swear I won't let you choke
You give me nothing but rest and a loving hand
I belong to the war
I belong to your side
I can't hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start
That's the nature of the beast
If we have nothing left but death, it is a clear but subtle threat
"The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest."
WE are the crowd