Soft as breathing; hear it all the time
Story's ending, swears the other side
Says that when the work is done
You go back where you started from
And there's someone always watching
Tell my story any other time:
Would you keep it? Know your other side?
There are some who beat the drum and swear the lines can't be undone
And they want you to believe there is but one historian
They promise you a page, and beg you pass the story on
That there's someone always watching you
Soft as breathing, best friend knows my mind
Unconvinced in all but what we find
And when our time has run, I'll know the worth is what's been done
And mine will be the hands that play the strings that tell your song
And yours will be the words that sing of me and I'll respond
Because there's someone always watching you
Can I write the story of the thing I want to be?
Can I wrap it up in letters; will you read it back to me?
And if there is ink in living, I will fight to make it so
That - either side of this decision - I will be there when you go
If you will be there when I go
If you tell it yourself would you know it was true?
The word can't see the hand; it just knows that it moves
I carry you carry me - Pair of hands (parenthetically)
Gathering words and listening close
Living forever on more than you own
I carry you carry me - And not so glaringly clerically, a tale accrued
Wherever I may go, however I may end
Let it be, let it be in the comfort of my friend
Wherever I may go, whatever I may do
Let it be, let it be in the presence, dear, of you
And I will live the story of the beauty you have been
And I will wrap you up in letters and I will sing you til the end
And if there is ink in living, I will fight to make it so
That - either side of this decision - I will be there when you go
Because you'll be there when I go