In the light that's softly glowing on the dark and distant shore

The feeling I am knowing where I turned away before

A gesture like an echo, a ripple through the dawn

Then gone

I carry through the hour a long forgotten song

Drawing purpose, drawing power where the heartache lingers on

I wonder would I meet you in a melody so clear

I hear, I hear

Sing to me the language of the blind

Carry through the canyons of my mind

Where everything would linger on the vine

I never want to wake up from deep time

In the shadow of the lighthouse where you spoke my name out loud

Like arrival in the harbor through the parting of the clouds

Like you always know that number even if I never would

You could

It's a wonder you are willing to roll this wretched stone

To be faithfully distilling from the spirit, from the bone

In the crucible of fortune on a blade of circumstance

We dance, we dance

Sing to me the language of the blind

Carry through the canyons of my mind

Where everything would linger on the vine

I never want to wake up from deep time

Deep time

Deep time

Deep time

Deep time

I was taken to the table, I was humming with the hive

It was graceful, I was grateful I was able to arrive

To know beauty and abundance on a mountain of despair

To be there

From remembering to measure this unsuspended breath

To the batteries of pleasure in this factory of death

On the barricade of ages comes one more curtain call

That's all, that's all

Sing to me the language of the blind

Carry through the canyons of my mind

Where everything would linger on the vine

I never want to wake up from deep time