i am not on top of a mountain and i am not under the ground i am not spilling over the edges and i am not easily found i am not in a shelter from the winter when your head is buried in the sand why do the secret sellers explain things things i already understand and who do you think i am yes you who do you say i am once when i was flying past the steeple the bells were ringing in my ears and i was counting the broken-hearted people and i was following their tears i am not sinking in the sadness i am not throwing bitter stones i do not worry who will mind me i am not dancing alone but you who do you think i am yes you who do you say i am is it winter where you are try to find me if you can when it's over it's never over and when it's empty it's never gone i am in silence gone from danger far away is the forgotten one i am headed from that distant lighthouse i am twisting towards the sun i wrap around me all your goodness if i go that way am i the only one but you who do you think i am yes you who do you say i am