Oh, This Mystery

What is this feeling that takes me by the wrist,
That pulls me to the ground where I can see the stars the best?
It's pulling me so close that I can't catch my breath.
Is it love that I’m feeling?

In the night I hear this noise swimming through the trees,
in the day there's this something pulling through everything I see.
It's a heartbeat, it's a heartbeat that sets my feet to move,
that makes me twirl and dance about, in the field, between the trees.
Oh this mystery is calling me out.
 
I'll play and I'll squeal like a silly young girl, the only girls I'll ever learn from.
And I'll twist every leaf into my hair and pick every flower that grew where
I heard my mystery calling me, calling me, calling me to move.

We're like children dancing to the rhythm in our heads,
though we're grown and ought to be working instead.
These smiles come too easily.
They said we should be purging and sweating and crying for light.
We should be fretfully twisting in our beds at night.
Because suspicion and love are all the same thing.
We should furrow our brows before doing a thing.
 
There’s some fright in all our blood,
but no matter how much you sacrifice,
you'll never learn to hear the wind songs play,
oh that heavenly sound licking along fields all the day.
 
Oh this mystery burns so bright, I want to swallow it down
and grow to shine till the moths kiss me to sleep each night.