[Verse 1] Does the mountain care what shadow we cast? Is a single life more than a blade of grass? We write our story on a page of sand, Does it really matter where we choose to stand? [Chorus] And so we dance in the dust of our days, Does a whisper matter in the coming haze? We’re reaching for a sun that's cold and far, Does it really matter who we think we are? [Verse 2] Does the ocean count the tears that we cry? Is a silent wish just a long goodbye? We build a kingdom on a shifting stone, Does it really matter if we die alone? [Chorus] And so we dance in the dust of our days, Does a whisper matter in the coming haze? We’re reaching for a sun that's cold and far, Does it really matter who we think we are? [Bridge] Maybe the questions are the only prayer, And the fragile hope is the only air. Maybe the beauty isn't in the plan, But in the fleeting touch of a mortal hand. [Chorus] And still we dance in the dust of our days, Does a whisper matter in the coming haze? We’re reaching for a sun that's cold and far, Does it really matter who we think we are? [Outro] We write our story... ...on a page of sand. Does it really matter...? Does it matter...