Life Substance #5 - Material or Matter

(Verse 1) We’ve cleared the stage, we’ve made the room. The void is waiting like a silent womb. But the "I" is restless, the "I" has a plan. To build a world as only a spirit can. But you can't paint a picture on empty air. You need the colors, the "here" and the "there." So I reach into the storehouse, the cosmic supply. For the things that live and the things that die. (Pre-Chorus) It’s the invisible becoming the seen. The bridge between the "is" and the "has-been." From the finest thought to the hardest stone. A soul needs a house to call its own! (Chorus) It’s the Matter! It’s the Material! From the heavy dirt to the light ethereal. Substance Number Five—the Great Design. Where the holy spirit meets the baseline. It’s the atom’s dance and the nebula’s swirl. The clay and the marble, the grit and the pearl. Physical, spiritual, thick or thin. This is the fabric we’re living in! (Verse 2) You think that matter is just "cold and dead"? It’s just a "feeling" that’s gone to its head! A thought is matter in a faster vibration. A rock is a thought in a long hibernation. I weave them together, the soft and the tough. The spirit needs its "objective" stuff. To see itself mirrored in water and wood. To know that its skyscraping visions are good! (Bridge) Every star is a cell in a body so vast. Every moment a shape that we’ve finally cast. It’s the "Stuff" that we use to say "I am here!" To conquer the distance and banish the fear. We clothe the eternal in garments of time. In rhythm and matter, in reason and rhyme! (Chorus) It’s the Matter! It’s the Material! From the heavy dirt to the light ethereal. Substance Number Five—the Great Design. Where the holy spirit meets the baseline. It’s the atom’s dance and the nebula’s swirl. The clay and the marble, the grit and the pearl. Physical, spiritual, thick or thin. This is the fabric we’re living in! (Outro) The bricks are laid... The thoughts are spun... The invisible work is finally done. Touch the wall... Feel the sun... Substance Number Five. Everything is... something.