We used to live inside a dream we built ourselves... Mirrors and smoke... sneaky lies we loved to tell We dressed it up in words, called it the proof But even light can blind you... when it isn’t truth Then something cracked the ceiling open wide... We stopped performing... started living from inside. Keep our heads in the clouds with You... But our feet, our feet on the ground. That’s where our people are... That’s where the work is found, yeah. We don’t have to choose between the sacred and the real... Heaven and the gutter... Both of them are real. We used to think the spirit lived up in the sky That peace meant floating somewhere high... But purpose found us standing in the ordinary dirt... Hands in the soil, learning how to do the work. Sane and happy... Useful and free... Not pretending anymore... just breathing, just being. Sane and happy... grounded and real. The spirit didn’t leave us... We just finally learnt to feel. Keep our heads in the clouds with You! But our feet, our feet on the ground. That’s where our people are... That’s where the work is found. We don’t have to choose between the sacred and the real... Heaven and the footpath... Both of them can heal. Nothing incompatible... Nothing left behind... The world and the divine. The world and the divine...
