In this silence and weakness
The wizard makes his move
The conductor orchestrates his army
And the bassist lays his groove
Who are we to judge this madness?
Who are we to question this question?
Submarines and and tangerines
Candy canes and hurricanes
Bubbles of mystic dust
Floating curiously over window panes
We are the mist in the smoke
The dew in the air
And as the sun makes its peace
We wait, and prepare
Who are we to question this madness?
Who are we to question at all?
The Universe sends for us
And so we answer its call
Who are we to question this madness?
We are the angels in the graveyard
The children in His garden
We are the shadows that answer no call
And yet, we are all
We are eternity and joy
And the void in the dust
The conundrum of questions
And the answers if we must
We are the wind conversing with the sky
And the bullets without a path
The fools asking questions
The fury, and the wrath
Little one, we are you
And you we
Check the mirror
And see...
