Glue

Oh dear soul,We gather in the wind,Clap your hands, it's all just like they saidAnd how good it is to be with you againClap your hands, it's better than they saidOh dear soul,We're caught up in the trees,Look at me and tell me what you seePraise to you, praise to meOh dear soul,You blow just like the leavesAnd they glued us in foreverJust like they said they'd doSo we will stick togetherPraise to me, praise to youOh dear soul,I owe you to the breeze,Take my hand,There between your teeth,And hold on hard, you don't need to speakPraise to you, for giving praise to weakPraise to you, for giving praise to weakPraise to you, for giving praise to weakPraise to you, for giving praise to weakPraise to you, for giving praise to weak