Album: The Realest Thing
There s an order in the motion of the stars
it s enough to make a cynic search for God
There s a tuning that s so perfectly precise
It s the orchestrated anthem of the skies
The spin of the earth, the light of the day
The delicate moon waxes and wanes
From the earliest times their course is unchanged
Who is this make of intricate designs?
Who the sustainer of every beat in time?
The builder of a universe so vast unknown
Which pieces inexplicable, so rich and small
Who made it all?
There s a constant in the pull of gravity
a balance of the forces strong and weak
The building of bone, the rushing of blood
The coming together then coming undone
The fabric of life so expertly spun
Who is this make of intricate designs?
Who the sustainer of every beat in time?
The builder of a universe so vast unknown
Which pieces inexplicable, so rich and small
Who made it all?
Who made it all?
What could chaos build with flailing hands?
How could a masterpiece be created by chance?
Who is this make of intricate designs?
Who the sustainer of every beat in time?
The builder of a universe so vast unknown
Which pieces inexplicable, so rich and small
Who made it all?
Who made it all?
Who made it all?
Who made it all?
There s an order in the motion of the stars
It can make the hardest heart believe in God
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