Well, I’ve been told of a hurricane The type of love where you forget your name I ask the question almost every day, “When will it find me?” All around me castles falling down Well they were never real anyhow Through the story and through the sound come up upon me
Who am I but the dust of the Most High Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky Hoping one day you will see, that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me Who am I? But the dust of the most high Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky hoping one day I will see that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me
I reminisce of a simple town Where constellations grow from the ground Where trees whisper such a common sound Do you remember? So many seeds we have planted in this soil as we wait for it to boil Mama told me it would spoil Remain loyal to the king as he laughs and weeps and sings Will I ever have the vision of no division?
Who am I but the dust of the Most High Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky Hoping one day you will see, that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me Who am I? But the dust of the most high Drifiting like a leaf in the summer sky hoping one day you will see that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me