Tell Me What it Is
Nicodemus, he came by night asked, how could this be
How can anyone born after growing old
How we stand on this little blue ball
While it spins around - While it circles the sun
Gravity sucks but it keeps us on
Can we grow, live and move
How we still alive ...still alive
Still alive, still alive
How we made of the stuff of stars
Balls of fire and solar flares
Universe harsh and don't forgive; trying to understand and trying to live
Mountains high and valleys low; 1000 degrees above and below
How we stand on this little blue ball
While it spins around ...spins around
It is what it is so tell me what it is
It is what it is so tell me what it is
The wind blows where it blows. You can hear it, but you can't tell
Where it comes or where it goes. What's born of the spirit is spirit
What's born of the flesh is flesh; out of the dark into the light
Cause we are born of the spirit. What's born of the spirit is spirit
Nicodemus, trying to understand earthly things and heavenly
God loved the world but we're in pain. He's live water but ours is hurt
If we always do what we always do, do we always get what we always got
How do we stay alive teacher, and can we fix it too
Stay alive, stay alive
The wind blows where it blows. You can hear it, but you can't tell
Where it comes or where it goes. What's born of the spirit is spirit
What's born of the flesh is flesh; out of the dark into the light
Cause we are born of the spirit. What's born of the spirit is spirit
How can anyone born after growing old
How we stand on this little blue ball
While it spins around - While it circles the sun
Gravity sucks but it keeps us on
Can we grow, live and move
How we still alive ...still alive
Still alive, still alive
How we made of the stuff of stars
Balls of fire and solar flares
Universe harsh and don't forgive; trying to understand and trying to live
Mountains high and valleys low; 1000 degrees above and below
How we stand on this little blue ball
While it spins around ...spins around
It is what it is so tell me what it is
It is what it is so tell me what it is
The wind blows where it blows. You can hear it, but you can't tell
Where it comes or where it goes. What's born of the spirit is spirit
What's born of the flesh is flesh; out of the dark into the light
Cause we are born of the spirit. What's born of the spirit is spirit
Nicodemus, trying to understand earthly things and heavenly
God loved the world but we're in pain. He's live water but ours is hurt
If we always do what we always do, do we always get what we always got
How do we stay alive teacher, and can we fix it too
Stay alive, stay alive
The wind blows where it blows. You can hear it, but you can't tell
Where it comes or where it goes. What's born of the spirit is spirit
What's born of the flesh is flesh; out of the dark into the light
Cause we are born of the spirit. What's born of the spirit is spirit
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Writer(s): Elaine Smith
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