Old Soul

She was nothing until she heard Bless the child who’s soul it touched With not a struggle in life but living for the city blues - the masquerade Slowly becoming the foundations (of her life) Cuz I was only 3 years old When I fell in love with old soul Too deep was the cry Too sharp was the knife And I, fell in love with old soul Listening with Otis on a vinyl record I know His tone is - as rich as black coffee But if we do the same in time, we’ll be making our own paradise When Troubles of world come over me Cuz I was only 3 years old When I fell in love with old soul Cuz I was only 3 years old When I fell in love with old soul Cuz I was only 3 years old When I fell in love with old soul Too deep was the cry Too sharp was the knife Cuz I was only 3 years old When I fell in love with old soul Too deep was the cry Too sharp was the knife And I fell in love with old soul