It's the way that natural light falls on my face,
Or the clay that I so boldly embrace.
What stands after the wind blows?
Is it under the rocks?
...under your nose?
I cannot measure that which measures me
From the point of sunrise across the sea.
Where are we?

Life for the soul, joy for the heart, light for my eyes,
I'm not in control, evidence of my disguise.
What stands after the wind blows?
Diggin' deep in your pockets,
...down in your soul.
Bird in flight, crack of dawn envelopes me.
And all of the light illuminating every crease
Inside of me.

Raise to the sky, fall to the earth, together kiss,
Hear the cry, what stands after this?
What stands after the wind blows?
Is it under the rocks?
...under your nose?
Slip away, as this song moves past my lips.
I'll obey, play again this holiness,
beautiful mess.