There's an ancient rage,
That lives in me.
As old as rain,
As old as dreams.
I can't stop now
I'm in too deep.
I lose myself
In the wonder of things

There's a faultless god,
Who counts my sins.
He follows me around,
On devil's wings.
But I don't care,
What he thinks of me.
Not when I lose myself
In the wonder of things.

There's a handsome witch,
Who sits by me.
Her magic tricks
For all my needs.
While I sleep
She paints my dreams.
We lose ourselves
In the wonder of things.

Where we walk
Is sacred ground.
The songs we sing
They go round and round.
You can't catch me,
You don't know how.
Not when I lose myself
In the wonder of things.

Throw your arms
Wide embrace all things.
From small to tall,
From fat to thin.
Catch them all
Toe to chin,
And lose yourselves
In the wonder of things.