The air has no shape till I move in through,
Show the earth that I exist.
If there's any rhythm there to recreate
It is me that moves, make no mistake.
Like a scavenger envisioning the truth
He only wins by asking how
Cold opinions through his hot hot skin
Uplifting many other flaws.
So unknowing
Eternity is pefectly made of you,
Secretly withholding
Everything that matters is made of you.
The wave tells no lie, and, if built up high,
Takes the sky and rains above
Till the lakes are swollen like a lonely moutain
And you can high up no more
So unknowing
Eternity is pefectly made of you,
Secretly withholding
Everything that matters is made of you.