| Be the sky I long to fly through |
| I’m a song for your breeze to sing |
| I’m in this play without a part |
| And I stand silent, with my racing heart |
| Beauty cries out to everyone |
| So few ever hear her sing |
| We live to pray our souls out loud |
| Yet we stand silent with a racing heart |
| It has it’s own life, it has it’s own sun |
| It has it’s own God, it has it’s own gun |
| It knocks at heaven’s door |
| And opens it as well |
| It seeks it’s own truth |
| Finds it’s own hell |
| I’m condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |
| Condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |
| In these places of my longing |
| Beyond isolation’s door |
| In realms of dream, I light the spark |
| My soul shall burn beside my racing heart |
| It has it’s own life, it has it’s own sun |
| It has it’s own God, it has it’s own gun |
| It knocks at heaven’s door |
| And opens it as well |
| It seeks it’s own truth |
| Finds it’s own hell |
| I’m condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |
| Condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with a racing heart |
| Condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |
| Condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |
| Condemned to wander worlds apart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |
| I stand silent with my racing heart |