Time, will this one be foreign? As I come and see The dawn cracks upon me Half is divine Half is thievery As I stole your light To wash all within me Reopening of life Reopening of sorrow Nothing is still And nothing is hollow Whatever the wind Wills and delivers I'm slow as a stir On a desertside amble Reopening of dreams Reliving desires While nothing is whist And nothing is stable Whenever the wind Is shattering my stillness I'm light as a fleece I'm thin as a plywood Reopening of wounds The wreck of my hobo But nothing is still And nothing is hollow Reopening of wounds The rest of december Cure me a river Cure me a river Whenever the wind Is shattering my stillness Cure me a river Cure me a river Cure me a river