What comes will come.
What goes will go.
The wind will blow where the wind is blowing.
Let go of where you think you’re going.
We’ll never know why it flows where it’s flowing.
We’ve always been what we will always be.
I’m so convinced we have to get there, we can part the sea.
So bring the dead to life, turn your blood to wine.
All your life you have waited for this moment to arrive.
And you’ll be bright.