Moving upward and outward I think I need the things I'm moving for I feel this, a promise That some amount of sunlight makes me whole With all those raindrops waiting in my bones Twirling, unfurling Like smoke or something living in an old and happy laugh I feel this, a promise That I may be a leaf revolving in your cup of tea That I may become everything before and after me ♪ Looking upward and inward And every inch of movement tugs my core I feel this, a promise That every stretch and struggle makes me more I figure that's what growing pains are for Creating, vibrating Like sweeping strokes of color in a voice that's moved to song I feel this, a promise That you might be the sunlight glowing dappled through my leaves That I may become everything before and after me ♪ I took a tip from a sea of bluebells Oh, by the riverbank And if I show for a week in springtime It'll be the mud I thank One long turning, growing motion That I may be a leaf revolving in your cup of tea One long turning, growing motion You might be the sunlight glowing dappled through my leaves That I may become everything before and after me ♪ Reaching downward and downward We're westward, red, and almost gone again I feel this, a promise That loving now meant growing with you then And where I'm going you have always been