What do you find within the lines of
Distant suns
And their systems
Where I come up empty?

What of those painted songs of heroes
Or the moon
Herculean
Pulling a half of me?

Are we not threaded by the same weave
Of the wind
Terra firma
And unparted sea?

Whether by accident or fortune
You and I
We are matter
And it matters

[Instrumental]

I want to spin something out of nothing
Lead to gold
Spring from winter
Story from moted sky
I wanna help mother up an orchard
From a seed
Up through sapling
Daughter phoenix, rise

The way they encourage one another
To push high
Touch the sunlight
Against their tender leaves
They’ll be full-grown before you know it
And as I breathe
So does she
We are breathing

[Instrumental]

So let me melt down like mountain glaciers
Break the bonds
I’ve been holding onto
Let ‘em soften me

Till every part that I am made of
Waters deep
To the roots
Of something greener