Oh God The sound they must have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside The cries of creatures crashing, kill them The human voices heralding the hillside Their bellows bouncing, ripe with resonance From here the unimportant call Receive the unimportant answer Oh goddess, who bore us what we must have done Goddess, who bore us what we must have done Bury your daughter and pray for a son The wind and the rain (Oh goddess, who bore us what we must have done) Spoke a language of wonder (Bury your daughter and pray for a son) To a species rising thickly to a dialog with thunder From an empty space between no good with the rest Clear the empty space between bad and worse Language unravels and irony hurts, yeah In the common place between hunger and thirst The words that could find us, a blessing or curse The words that can find us, the ideas diverse Now can I hear the song without verse? The sound, of the sound, of the sound Of the sound, uttered first With the burst into nothing so silent So silent and soft The sound, of the sound, of the sound, uttered first Burst into nothing so smoothening and soft The silence inside you when the music is stopped The silence inside you when the music is stopped When the music is stopped