SONG LYRICS

V1
In between my fingers shapes go swirling by
Like butterflys they crawl until they break their forms and fly
Sounds curl 'round silver strings like golden strands of hair
I sit inside my room and make sculptures out of air

Chorus 1
A thought is just a thought, nothing but a vapor
Until you give it shape or put it down on paper
You must mold all you're revealing
If you want to hold that feeling in your hand

V2
I sit before a candle and watch the fire die
Yet I still see it burning when I close my eyes
Nobody can tell me that there's nothing there
I can turn the flame into a sculpture made of air

Chorus 2
A thought is just a thought, nothing but a vapor
Until you give it shape or put it down on paper
You must mold all you're revealing
If you want to hold that feeling in your hand

Bridge
Nothing really matters but what we make of "matter"
Some people create happiness while some just make life sadder
The holy man who chants, the thief and billionaire
They all make their own...sculptures out of air