Well there is something 'bout the quiet, uplifting laughter. You've just spent so many years chased by a cloud, oh. It's taken you so far, far past the cliff's edge.
Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land. Evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand. Oh your will is in my hand. . And I'll throw it in the current that I stand upon so still.
Oh I wish I was the sparrow in your kid's eye. Like a fly above is summer all day long. On an island in the heart he has to carry. Past the many you have let into your song.