Albert Promenade - These Things Lyrics

A thousand tiny birds dip and glide everyday along the shoreline
Their momentary needs define the bounds of their horizon
No plan, no strategy to bind their wings
They follow where their instinct guides them
No thoughts of yesterday, all that's passed is gone and long-forgotten

These things appeal to me
Simplicity, direct connection
These things reveal to me
The light that hides behind the veil

The rolling of the waves that heave and churn
The vast and boundless sky above them
They grind the rocks to sand, unstoppable and never-ceasing

These things appeal to me
Simplicity, direct connection
These things reveal to me
The light that hides behind the veil