I am crease, as I am fold I am composition thus I am suntold I've seen it in the dawn of your mind As a fossil, a blueprint of divine No chariot to ride, nor a sun that marvels aside As no creature has truly lived until it has truly died I am crease, as I am fold I am composition thus I am suntold Only the sand will survive Let the will of our grains find its own way to decide Let the particles faint that orbit you and I If it's death they need to truly see, then let it be If it's love they need, then open your heart and be set free I am crease, as I am fold I am composition thus I am suntold I've seen it in your eyes, like an eclipse dominating the sky Only the sand will survive Within the grains we will thrive