Simple Things

So many simple things that I don't understand Like how the ocean waves are always reaching for the sand The wind is poetry, it's such a mystery How does it have a quiet way of moving every leaf? It's all subliminal, it's all invisible It's nothing logical, it's like it should be fictional If it has to be that you have to see to believe Then I knew nothing's out of the blue When I met you, it was proof of what can happen Anything, anything, and I mean anything Mm, oh-oh Mm, oh-oh Mm, oh-oh Mm, oh-oh So many simple things that I don't understand Like how a bird can know the sky, and still, it wants to land Ain't it funny though, how I always know That if I water all the flowers then they're sure to grow? It's unpredictable, it's all a miracle It's when the spiritual undresses for the physical If it has to be that you have to see to believe Then I knew nothing's out of the blue When I met you, it was proof of what can happen Anything, anything, and I mean anything Mm, oh-oh Mm, oh-oh Mm, oh-oh Mm, oh-oh