One

The Sunday Song this week is "One" by Birdtalker

I've played the teacher, the preacher, guru Maintaining postures separating me and you As if the thoughts of God were mine and mine to speak I've listened with an agenda so I could prove All of the shit I believe to be true Just to hide the fear of being weak

Burn the scorecards, balance out the scales We are one wind distracted by our different sails Underneath what's detectable with eyes Every particle's vibrating with the same life

If we keep running around deciding who's right and wrong Then tell me, where are we headed? How can we all belong When all our logic is colliding And it's constantly dividing me from you

So damn those eager protestations on your tongue Shut your brain up long enough to hear the lowly hum Underneath what's detectable with eyes Every particle's vibrating with the one life

Beyond the land of the right, the land of the wrong There's a field waiting for us All the notions of you, the notions of me We finally agree don't mean a thing

Burn the scorecards, balance out the scales (We are the land of the right, the land of the wrong) We are one wind distracted by our different sails (There's a field waiting for us) Damn those eager protestations on your tongue (All the notions of you, the notions of me) Shut your brain up long enough to hear the lowly hum (We finally agree don't mean a thing) Underneath what's detectable with eyes (Beyond the land of the right, the land of the wrong) Every particle's vibrating with the one life (There's a field)