You're in the light and in the dark,
In the peace and in the chaos,
In a world that's ours for naming,
You're in my sleeping and my waking,
A vision in my ears and in my eyes,
A lover in disguise,
Surprised again by what's come over me.
You're in the color and the sound,
In every joy and every sorrow,
You're in the faces of each stranger,
In estrangement and in failure,
Flowing in my blood and on my tongue,
My heart pounds like a drum,
Undone again by what's come over me.
In the books I read and in the air I breathe,
You live and move and have your being,
There's a window in the wall,
There you are behind it all,
The holy dream becomes a holy face and it leaves me reeling.
You're in the sunshine and the rain,
In the open spaces and in the shadows,
You're in my incantatious longings,
"Come unto me," I hear you calling,
And I fear the very thing I'm looking for,
Here's someone at my door,
I'm floored again by what's come over me,
I'm floored again by what's come over me,
Yes, I'm floored again by what's come over me.
