Moving

Written by：Simon Touls

Well there's a small

Time breeze

And he goes

Where he goes

Taking the wrong

Way long

To a mountain who says

I see the seven seas

Hair and toes

Of the world

Not in a million years

Blow you hot

Blow you cold

Will you get through me

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Blows over silver sea

Could be you

Could be me

And he drinks her in

Till his heart

Is brim full

And it's a graceful fall

That he rains

Over hills

Be it grain by grain

Though no two

Are the same

He will get to you

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Break down walls

And shake up the shape you're in

Break down the walls and float

Break down the walls

And shake up the shake in you

Break down the walls and float

The whole new year

Far and tall

Wide we go

Over under through

I give you my warning that my aim is true

Rain a rain of precious hope

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Down in the inner eye of every storm

Down in the deepest part of everyone

Well there's a small time breeze

Could be me

Could be you

As we move on through