You pave the way through thick, stale air Shower a maiden rain And in this cascade of memories You wonder What is the day? Like this feels, nothing ever will Life reveals, kicks in and heals me for a day So I guess I paved my way Never questioning means nor meaning And in this cascade Aching for significance What is the day? When doubt creeps to the surface, with Sunlight brushed away Then, in these lonely moments, tell me, What is a day? Like this feels. nothing ever will Life reveals, kicks me and heals me for a day Like this feels (without a word or whisper) Nothing ever will Life reveals (without a what or why) He walks in and heals me for a day