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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?

If your voice is the love
That was made by no one
And our fingers can 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 become seed?
Will you dream that we breathe?

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 clothe your naked son
To feel the sea or drink the air
Or breathe the 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