These aren't my words, they're just my feelings.
There are no sounds that I can hear.
There are no forms for me to touch.
There are no colours that I can see.

The only sound is distant thunder.
A tempest rages so far away from me.
I walked for miles and started running
Towards the sound and storm, where you might find me.
Towards the sound and storm, where you might find me.

I ran until I had the feeling
that the tempest I had heard surrounded me.
And here my heart, so filled with loving
Cried out and told the wonder that you are.

I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me.
And I tell myself, though nothing changes,
That your ways are bringing you to me.

And I tell myself, through tears of anguish
That your ways are bringing you to me,
That I will find my true salvation,
That these ways of mine are bringing you to me.

Here lies my heart so filled with loving
Crying out the wonders that I've felt.
Here I will find my true salvation
That my ways are bringing you to me.

And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That these ways of mine are bringing you to me.