It′s a chasing of the wind
The substance of the form
Trees clap their hands for you
Oceans, they dance for you
Heaven taunts the hearts of men
We can feel it from within
Trees clap their hands for you
Oceans, they dance for you
A billion suns rise for you
Clouds paint the skies for you
Mountains stand tall for you
Sing all our songs to you
Kings become fools for you
Kingdoms to ruins for you
Vapor finds ground in you