Same Same but Different

There is no real shape to a flame

It’s the wood that creates a frame

The אורות are all the same

It’s the כלים that change the name

We think that what’s there we see

As if sight exists in a tree

Even science now shows us the key

Really sight exists inside me

There’s nothing that we truly know

Sometimes you just gotta let go

But there are patterns that constantly show

As above, so too below

We think that what’s common is true 

As if it’s common to be a Jew 

There’s a world made of all that we do

But there are more worlds inside of you

If you just understand yourself

You’ll understand the world

מבשרי אחזה אלוה

From my flesh I will grasp the Lord

There is no real shape to a flame

It’s the wood that creates a frame

The אורות are all the same

It’s the כלים that change the name