These are not words, they're only feelings. 
There are no sounds that you can hear. 
There is no form that you can touch. 
There are no colours for you to see. 

The only sound is a distant thunder. 
tempest rages so far away from me. 
I walked for miles and I [bad word] 
towards the sound and storm...
where you might find me

towards the sound and storm...
where you might find me

And I ran until I had the feeling 
that the Tempest I had heard surrounded me. 
Here my heart so filled with loving 
cried out and told of wonders that I feel...

cried out and told of wonders that I feel. 

Here my heart is so filled with loving. 

And I tell myself, I keep repeating 
that your ways are bringing you to me. 
And I tell myself, I keep repeating 
that your ways are bringing you to me. 

And I tell myself, I keep repeating 
that your ways are bringing you to me, 
that I will find my [bad word] salvation, 
that these ways of mine are bringing you to me...

I will find my [bad word] salvation, 
that these ways of mine are bringing you to me. 
And I tell myself, I keep repeating 
that your ways are bringing you to me,
...are bringing you to me,

Because here my heart so filled with loving 
crying out the wonders that I feel. 
Here I will find my [bad word] salvation 
and my ways are bringing you to me 

I tell myself, I keep repeating 
that your ways are bringing you to me.
...bringing you to me.

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(C) Ronan Harris, 1999