Hers was a long, was a long way to go

Mine was beside her, was behind, was alone

Ours was as cyclone, was as wind to the bone

Ours was a teardrop, falling deep, and deeply known

Falling slow, and slowly shown, falling swift, and swiftly blown, blown below our covered home, our covered bodies

Shed me to teardrop, I will lead, I will bend

I will be your body, I will turn, I will tend

I will lend my silence

My hands, my how, to be known as your cover

I will seek, I will leap, I will bow

Thank you sweet, I can hear you now

You can hear me, now, listen deep

Thank you deep, you can hear me now

I can hear you, now listen sweet

Thank you sweet, I can hear you now

You can hear me, now, listen deep

Thank you deep, you can hear me now

I can hear you, now listen sweet

Mine was a cavern, was a crease beside the road

Filled up with fossils, as a walker to his load

Filled with a river and dried with a moan

While Hers was as thunder

Was as light, was as will, was as throat

Words I fly

Breath as tide

Words to be

Loved as child

And the Great was not yet shared

But approaching them in pairs

In a whistle thought and felt

In a lightning to the heart, "to each you are a part…"

Taken to the heart, the heart a spiral to the sharp

And sharper still the quill return, re-turning out

And upwards shrill and blinding, out my eyes

Remind, re-mind me, out my soul, resound, re-sound me

This the ground, the shape is sensing

This the whole, the part is making

Thank you sweet

I can hear you now

You can hear me now

Listen deep…

Thank you deep

You can hear me now

I can hear you

I can hear you now

Listen deep

Thank you sweet

I can hear you now

You can hear me now

Listen deep

Thank you deep

You can hear me now

I can hear you

I can hear you now