Ya Rouhi

An Egyptian-Arabic love track that calls her "my soul". Her love is the day of his life and her sea is the sea of love. He asks her not to ask who he is, over and over, then admits he knows she does not want to listen yet does want to feel him, and asks her to stay with him. The middle turns into a list of types: some people love love, some love the beloved, some were born to be loved, some to love, some like to leave each other, some like to be of use. At night he wanders in her eyes and asks them again. By morning he forgets it all.