If I let go
I am the wanderer
Whatever pulls me close
There I go and my life runs
Like a dry river
That has no power to pull
And the wind is a dark voice I cannot hear
And the air's a body I cannot feel
I'm the spirit of what is known
Lost
I could almost laugh
All your buckets of tears
And all your clothes
Electric
These shatter these thoughts into fragments
And turn every feeling into sand
All but the spirit of what is known
Lost
All but the spirit of what is known
Lost