Who Do You Think I Am

I am not on top of a mountain
And I am not under the ground
I am not spilling over the edges
And I am not easily found

I am not in shelter from the winter
When your head is buried in the sand
Why do the secret sellers explain things
Things I already understand?

And you, who do you think I am?
Yes you, who do you say I am?

Once when I was flying past the steeple
The bells were ringing in my ears
And I was counting the broken hearted people
And I was following their tears

I am not sinking in the sadness
I am not throwing bitter stones
I do not worry who will mind me
I am not dancing alone

But you, who do you think I am?
Yes you, who do you say I am?

Is it winter where you are?
Try to find me if you can

And when it's over, it's never over
And when it's empty, it's never gone
I am in silence gone from danger
Far away is the forgotten one

I am headed from that distant lighthouse
I am twisting towards the sun
I wrap around me all your goodness
If I go that way am I the only one?

And you, who do you think I am?
Yes you, who do you say I am?

Is it winter where you are?
Try to find me if you can

I am not on top of a mountain
And I am not under the ground
I am not spilling over the edges
And I am not easily found

I am not in shelter from the winter
When your head is buried in the sand
Why do the secret sellers explain things
Things I already understand?

And you, who do you think I am?
Yes you, who do you say I am?