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I see the noon and the noon see me
The moon looks down on what I long to be
There's grace in the heat and grace in the hall
But the grace of God is over us all
Sudden move in the stars, whenever I look to the skies
I can get lost, stand in a mirror and know that I
Am a fragment of something greater than I
Specks of dust in a moonbeam gathering shape
And potent of greatness waiting to light
Even the wind in the trees is the allegory
Everything that is and ever will be is the allegory
We can stand with both feet firmly on the ground
And let our heads get lost so thoroughly in the clouds
Conjure up visions of power and romance
Destinies changed in the twinkle of an eye
Stumble and fall, always searching
Desperate to gain some reason in the life
But even the wind in the trees is the allegory
Everything that is and ever will be is the allegory
I see the noon and the noon see me
The moon looks down on what I long to be
There's grace in the heat and grace in the hall
But the grace of God is over us all
Sudden move in the stars, whenever I look to the skies
I can get lost, sweat in this foundry of lies
Hammer my soul until it looks something more like me
Forge a chain that binds us like slaves to a dark
And ominous dream
While even the wind in the trees is the allegory
Everything that is and ever will be is the allegory
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