If I stand on this stone
At the edge of the sea
And I raise up these hands
Will you breathe into me?
Will you speak with my tongue?
Will you sing down through us?
Will your hands stir the sea?
Will you dream that we breathe?
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If your voice is the love
That was made by no one
And our fingers can't touch
Where your songs, they come from
And we walk through this fire
And your love kills our thirst
And the sun burns your words
On the face of this earth
Will you sing down through us?
Will you speak with our tongue?
Will your seed be conceived?
Will you dream that we breathe?
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To steal the sun, or feel the light
Or touch your hand, or take our sight
To sing inside your burning lung
The songs that clothed your naked son
To feel the sea, or drink the air
Or breathe a word that lies nowhere
To feel the sun, or taste the light
Or touch your hand, or steal your sight
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
This is not here, this is not now
Will you dream that we breathe?