Droplets, droplets of grace

Can I let them

Can I let them fall down on me?

Cleaning, cleaning the lowest place

Making the ground more and more

Muddy with grace

Droplets of grace

Islands, islands of sound

Sending out, sounding out

Their waves all around me

So I have stopped sailing round

The coasts now that I've found

These islands, islands of sound

Barrels, barrels of plans

Building up, building up my expectations

Burdening, burdening my hands

I spend my time catering to my own demands

And to my barrels, barrels of plans

Castles, castles of doubt

Built on the foundation of what I can do without

Lingering, lingering in space

I'm constantly building and building around

These castles, castles of doubt

Droplets, droplets of grace

Can I let them, can I let them fall down on me?

Reaching, reaching the lowest place

Making my heart and desire resound

With grace, droplets of grace