Comfort In Your Strangeness

Cynthia Alexander

Woke up this morning I was staring at the ceiling cracks
And roadmaps and landscapes and highways

I have seen, I have been to places far and deep in my mind
Only to find comfort in your strangeness

Of moving shadows when I call the wind by name
Crushing fire, water, in the dark of clouds

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