If I'm the apple of my Father's eye, why do I bend, why do I break on the whims of everything? And Father, do You hold me like a kite, engaged to the wind, but then only held down by a string? When I just want to be loved And You know I'm not one for standing still, but I can feel Your heart beating in everything So I'll stand still to know You When I just want to be loved And You are the air that I breathe When I just want to be loved You are the ocean on my feet When I just want to be loved So I will stand still to know You more