Now I'm a stone sleeping in the cinders
You are the flame dancing on the tinder
Cold stones stay the same
Warm ones can still change
Nights of fire are a warning
Leaving ash for the morning
Sound is how we see the world
I was made by waves and words
Notes and chords are my mother
I can hear God hum another
There's a new shape in the mountain
Be a river, carve a fountain
Fill it up and make it roll
Break apart and just float
To the beach where we all go
Play to give the sound a home
Hear and I'll never be alone
Hold my hand from the other side
Sing those songs and we will never die