He told me himself, he’s a gentle soul
I saw myself, he’s a gentle soul
Camilla’s a calming name like windowing
Camilla’s a calming name like windowing
There’s nobody else but 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 numbered clues, of colours and hues.
He told me himself, he’s a gentle soul.