There's an ancient rage, that lives in me. As old as rain, as old as dreams. I can't stop now I'm in too deep. I lose myself in the wonder of things
There's a faultless god, who counts my sins. He follows me around, on devil's wings. But I don't care, what he thinks of me. Not when I lose myself in the wonder of things.
There's a handsome witch, who sits by me. Her magic tricks for all my needs. While I sleep she paints my dreams. We lose ourselves in the wonder of things.
Where we walk is sacred ground. The songs we sing they go round and round. You can't catch me, you don't know how. Not when I lose myself in the wonder of things.
Throw your arms wide embrace all things. From small to tall, from fat to thin. Catch them all toe to chin, and lose yourselves in the wonder of things.