A Gentle Soul - Devendra Banhart

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

Now 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

And all alone in your zoo

Of numbers and clues

Of colors and hues

He told me himself

He’s a gentle soul