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 

 I’ll 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

 

 Will you dream that we breathe