What would it take to break our mistaken attachment to the things we've made?
What would it take, a strong earthquake, a hurricane with driving rain?
The wind dies down we hear the sound of the geese take flight as the stars come out over you
What would it take to calm our hearts as we sit here alone in the dark?
What would it take to calm our minds, and leave the lie we don't have time
to live and love, to stop and breathe, to hear this song this symphony over you
And the stars are coming into view
Oh the sky is every shade of blue
Orion is shooting at the moon over you
All we’ve made is crumbling down
The sidewalks sink into the ground
All the earth is longing to be seen underneath
It's the softest sound, a beating heart, nature's song, it's a work of art