Picture a man, seen like a speck out from the shoreSwimming out beyond the breakers, like he's done his life beforeHe feels the coming of a squall, will drag him out a greater lengthBut knows his strength, he tries to gather itAnd he swims on, turning back to shore againAbove the outer atmosphere of a world he's never seenAnd looking down to his new home, he feels the rising of a waveAnd knows at once, he will not weather itLike that manI looked down into the depths when I met youI couldn't measure itAnytime I've struggled onI can't support it on my ownEvery time I burn through the world I seeThat the world, it burns through meBut when IIII let go of my struggling for my star-willing soulEvery time I flow through the world I seeThat the world, it blows through meThat the world, it blows through meOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohOohPicture a gravePicture six feet freshly dugThe sharp temporary wallsAt the long-term cliff edge of the worldLight and air find some new deepness thereAnd usher down the sky where one stands byTry to make sense of itTry to measure lossMeasure the silence of a houseThe unheard footsteps at the doorwayThe unemployment of the mouthThe waking up having forgottenAnd remembering again the full extentOf what forever isWith each graveI think of loss and I can only think of youAnd I couldn't measure itAny time I struggle aloneAgainst the coreDead on my ownEvery time I run through the world I seeThat the world, it burns for meBut when I let goI struggle for my winning soulEvery time I go through the world I seeThat the world, it blows for meThat the world, it blows for me