I've been searching for the beauty in anything
Trying to see if there's a beauty in suffering
As I woke up I remembered the doctrine
Of infinite kindness, a boundless love is beckoning
We were spun like a blanket from the ancient hands of earthly time
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Up on Beacon Hill
The Earth stood still
Up on Beacon Hill
And I was filled with empty space in my veins
(Thoughts are just floating balloons at the fair)
How does the tempest roll back with your breath
At my behest it bared the most beautiful blue
In these fleeting moments I perceive the absolute connect between all things
Between us is the truth
But when all that you can see is suffering
Makes you wonder, is it safe to light the beacon
And my song was delivered from an ancient voice within my mind
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Up on Beacon Hill
The Earth stood still
Up on Beacon Hill
And I was filled with empty space in my veins
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Saw the Armada of my pride
Rolling in on the coming tide
Up on Beacon Hill
The Earth stood still
Up on Beacon Hill
And I was filled with empty space in my veins