Every word has a meaning
Every dream is true
And you say that the whole world lies within a grain of rice
The Fall of man is in the color of your eyes
Can you see the wind
Can you hear the sea
Screaming out that I love you
Crying out that I do
Every road has a turning
Every life has an end
But now you're taking a deep breath on the breast of a misty morning
And tears of joy fall on the moorland of your skin
Do you read the sky
Can you hear the reeds
Singing out that I love you
Crying out that I do
