i am not on top of a mountain and
i am not under the ground
i am not spilling over the edges and
i am not easily found
i am not in a shelter from the winter
when your head is buried in the sand
why do the secret sellers explain things
things i already understand
and who do you think i am
yes you who do you say i am
once when i was flying past the steeple
the bells were ringing in my ears
and i was counting the broken-hearted people
and i was following their tears
i am not sinking in the sadness
i am not throwing bitter stones
i do not worry who will mind me
i am not dancing alone
but you who do you think i am
yes you who do you say i am
is it winter where you are
try to find me if you can
when it's over it's never over
and when it's empty it's never gone
i am in silence gone from danger
far away is the forgotten one
i am headed from that distant lighthouse
i am twisting towards the sun
i wrap around me all your goodness
if i go that way am i the only one
but you who do you think i am
yes you who do you say i am
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