The Mystery of Light

I walked again this morning through the caverns in my mind
heard the echo of my father with his footsteps close behind
and I was standing in the water
with my mother holding roses by her side

We stared right there before us at a triangle
of light that reflected off the water
though we couldn't seem to find a single opening above
or anywhere leading outside from which it came

And I feel this way every time I see your face
and every time I hear that echo sound
like my heart is a chamber that I give away
to the mystery of light held underground

I tried to be the one that was the sword inside the stone
but steel it never fit me like the marrow of my bones
that was softer more like poetry
or moonlight hanging on an endless sky

The winds they always blew me though I tried to hold my ground
and you, you always knew me even when you weren't around
in the silence of a memory or darkness of a fire's parting light

And I feel this way every time I see your face
and every time I hear that echo sound,
like my heart is a chamber that I give away
to the mystery of light held underground.

And I feel this way every time I see your face
and every time I hear that echo sound,
like my heart is a chamber that I give away
to the mystery of light held underground.

Yeah I feel this way every time I see your face
and every time I hear that echo sound,
like my heart is a chamber that I give away
to the mystery of light held underground.