I Am Not On Top Of A Mountain And
I Am Not Under The Ground
I Am Not Spilling Over The Edges And
I Am Not Easily Found
I Am Not In A Shelter From The Winter
When Your Head Is Buried In The Sand
Why Do The Secret Sellers Explain Things
Things I Already Understand

And Who Do You Think I Am
Yes You Who Do You Say I Am

Once When I Was Flying Past The Steeple
The Bells Were Ringing In My Ears
And I Was Counting The Broken-hearted People
And I Was Following Their Tears
I Am Not Sinking In The Sadness
I Am Not Throwing Bitter Stones
I Do Not Worry Who Will Mind Me
I Am Not Dancing Alone

But You Who Do You Think I Am
Yes You Who Do You Say I Am

Is It Winter Where You Are
Try To Find Me If You Can

When It's Over It's Never Over
And When It's Empty It's Never Gone
I Am In Silence Gone From Danger
Far Away Is The Forgotten One
I Am Headed From That Distant Lighthouse
I Am Twisting Towards The Sun
I Wrap Around Me All Your Goodness
If I Go That Way Am I The Only One

But You Who Do You Think I Am
Yes You Who Do You Say I Am