i see the noon and the noon see me the moon looks down on what i long to be there s grace in the heat and grace in the hall but the grace of god is over us all sudden move in the stars whenever i look to the skies i can get lost stand in a mirror and know that i am a fragment of something greater than i specks of dust in a moonbeam gathering shape and potent of greatness waiting to light even the wind in the trees is the allegory everything that is and ever will be is the allegory we can stand with both feet firmly on the ground and let our heads get lost so thoroughly in the clouds conjure up visions of power and romance destinies changed in the twinkle of an eye stumble and fall always searching desperate to gain some reason in the life but even the wind in the trees is the allegory everything that is and ever will be is the allegory i see the noon and the noon see me the moon looks down on what i long to be there s grace in the heat and grace in the hall but the grace of god is over us all sudden move in the stars whenever i look to the skies i can get lost sweat in this foundry of lies hammer my soul until it looks something more like me forge a chain that binds us like slaves to a dark and ominous dream while even the wind in the trees is the allegory everything that is and ever will be is the allegory