This soul is a book
And it reads the way it looks
And the wind blows its pages,
The way the wind should
And you come as a lark,
You come as a lark
You come as a lark
You come as a lark
This soul is on fire,
It's burning 'real good
And it's melting
Like our souls should
And you come as a lark,
You come as a lark
You come as a lark
You come as a lark
Oh, they say the wind,
It'll blow, it'll hiss
But if you're calm,
The wind sings in song
But if you're calm,
The wind sings in song
And you come as a lark
You come as a lark,
You come as a lark
You come as a lark
You come as a lark