Cynthia Alexander Comfort In Your Strangeness
Woke up this morning
I was staring at the ceiling
Cracks and roadmaps and highways and landscapes
I have seen
I have been
To places far and deep in my mind
Only to find
Comfort in Your Strangeness
Of moving shadowss
When I call the wind by name
Rushing Firewater in the dark of a cloud
I have seen
I have been
To places far and deep in my mind
Only to find
Comfort in Your Strangeness
We are slaves to the crimes we commit
In fits of passion we shame
We are nothing
We are nothing
We are nothing
We are nothing but
The dust on Your feet
Dying to be born again
Singing Ether Water Fire singing Earth Singing Air
I have seen
I have been
To places far and deep in my mind
Only to find
Comfort in Your Strangeness
I have seen
I have been
To places far and deep in my mind
Only to find
Comfort in Your Strangeness
