Oh the soul It overflows with anecdotes Empowers the eyes And moves forward Making magic color pictures In light But what's light and what shines If you're blind? That's the question of the hour For the man who sat and stared at the sun He found sight He opened up his eyes and found a mind scape Of mines Playing mime game It's a singular thing Tie your hands up on the porch And leave you there to wait. Oh the love you feel I know you feel You know it's real It's the love It's the peace It's that unquestionable thing That screams, "I'm a self important being Who's a bit obsessed With being himself." We are the air Particles swimming silent through your hair We are the air Making space seem a little more out there We are the air Just cause you feel us doesn't mean we're "there" We are the air Silence rings clear