There you are making your mark
Bringing something beautiful into the world
There you are bruised in the heart
Still I see you turning, turning back to the field
Can you climb up the mountain with your hands open wide?
A heart that burns like yours does could pull rain down from the sky
There you are making your mark
Bringing something beautiful into the world
There you are bruised in the heart
Still I see you turning, turning back to the field
Can you climb up the mountain with your face up to the sky?
When the stillness comes over let it open you up wide
There you are making your mark
Bringing something beautiful into the world
There you are bruised in the heart
Still I see you turning, turning
Still I see you turning, turning
Still I see you turning, turning
Still I see you turning, turning
Still I see you turning, turning back to the field
