What is beyond the sky beyond this universe?
Through all the gates we can, and cannot open
What is beyond this birth and beyond this death?
Who will weave the stitches when we are woven?
What is the power that can germinate the seed?
Who is the painter of the rainbow?
Who is standing at the centre of the sun
Seeing that the flames grow brighter, when the wind blows?
Well I am, you are, we are all these things and more
I am, you are, we are all these things and more
We are the waves, we are the shore
Tell me who wakes the waker, to sing the first song of the dawn?
Who is the singer of that birdsong, when the day is born?
Who is the two sides of the story?
Who is the holder of that power, who is the glory?
And as this body breathes, there comes a question in the mind
Who holds the answers to the things we are searching to find?
What is the key to dissolve these lows and highs?
Who is the door? We can walk on through and realize
I am, you are, we are all these things and more
I am, you are, we are all these things and more
We are the waves, we are the shore
The reality behind the words
Who is this eternal being beyond all we have seen and heard?
Where is the stillness, this eternity unfurled?
Who is the witness, walking again through this world?
Well I am, you are, we are all these things and more
I am, you are, we are all these things and more
We are the waves, we are the shore
I am, you are, we are all these things and more
I am, you are, we are all these things and more
We are the waves, we are the shore