The Word Was Sound

I hear voices all around

I see the patterns they make in the sand

They’re changing at the speed of sound

And make me wanna change my own world

And the Word was sound

Then the world was found

What we give is what we take

Things we say are forms that we create

A simple note reverberates

Vibrates and takes me to the milky way

To the milky way

Fly on

There’s no need to breathe

Far away

Matter won’t mean a thing

I wish upon a shooting star

To get the chance to know just what we are

Are we dust or stars?

Tell me who we are

Fly on

There’s no need to breathe

Far away

Matter won’t mean a thing