Well, I've been told of a hurricane
The type of love where you forget your name
I ask the question almost every day
When will it find me
All around me castles falling down
Well they were never real anyhow
Through the story and through the sound come up upon me
Who am I but the dust of the Most High
Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky
Hoping one day you will see, that what's inside of you, is what's inside of me
Who am I
But the dust of the most high
Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky
hoping one day I will see that what's inside of you, is what's inside of me
I reminisce of a simple town
Where constellations grow from the ground
Where trees whisper such a common sound
Do you remember
So many seeds we have planted in this soil as we wait for it to boil
Mama told me it would spoil
Remain loyal to the king as he laughs and weeps and sings
Will I ever have the vision of no division
Who am I but the dust of the Most High
Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky
Hoping one day you will see, that what's inside of you, is what's inside of me
Who am I
But the dust of the most high
Drifiting like a leaf in the summer sky
hoping one day you will see that what's inside of you, is what's inside of me
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I