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 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 think 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