You hold the rains on the sun and the moon
Like horses driven by kings
You cover the mountains, the valleys below
With the breath of your mighty wings
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known
Are hidden inside of your hand
In this fortunate turn of events
You ask me to be your friend
You ask me to be your friend
[Chorus]
You are my first,
You are my last
And my future and my past
The constellations are screaming inside
Bent of your desire
Where could I run?
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Where could I hide? From your hearts jealous fire
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known
Are hidden inside your hand
In this fortunate turn of events
You ask me to be your friend
[Chorus]
You are the beginning and the end