Dust
The woods are calling me
They set me free
I am the mystery
So full of grace

My soul’s the haze
I am an eagle
I am a wolf I am the river
I am the wind
That shakes the leaves
The air is pure I’m part of it

The air turns cold
I turn into snow
I hit the ground
I am the dust

The air turns cold
I turn into snow
I hit the ground
I am the dust
And I keep running
Yeah I keep flying
I keep on falling
Yet I keep flowing