Seven days a week the bees are rising in the air
Nighttime falls like water and it soaks the Heaven's hair
Voices rise from whisper out across the trees and fields
Whispers turn to lightning all around the broken wheel

And I'd say, "You are a million"
And today you are a million

Used to be that one or two were more than I could stand
Now I ask for no one to a show of many hands
Once it seemed like nothing was about what I could take
Now that everything is here there's nothing I can shake

And I'd say, "You are a million"
But today you are a million

Seven days a week the bees are rising in the air
Nighttime falls like water and it soaks the Heaven's hair
Voices rise from whisper out across the trees and fields
Whispers turn to lightning all around the broken wheel
Around the broken wheel

And I say, "You are a million"
But today you are a million

And I'd say, "You are a million"
But today you are a million.

And today
But today
And I'd say, "You are a million"