On the air
In the plains
Golden fields of nothing
Nothing but sage
Sage smoke whirls around me
On the earth
Lies a stone
That splits the light
And makes us see
And we swim
Through the water
That flows to
The sea
But all we see
Is fire
The fire that burns
And consumes
Here comes, here comes
Air, earth, water, fire
Air, earth, water, fire
Air, earth, water, fire
Air, earth, water, fire