Testo: Wilderness Of Tekoa. The Skies Pale In Comparison. Sunbeam.

Oh who am I, this breath of fading mist
Where do I stand on this speck of heaven?s dust

Suspended on a sunbeam
Where no one?s really listening
Suspended on a sunbeam

So here we go, on this endless chase
And on and on, we?ll know it all and waste

Suspended on a sunbeam,
The cosmic death into the listening
So captivated by this sunbeam
By this sunbeam, by this sun, by this sunbeam