The possibility that if I stopped clapping My hands in the void I would notice that I can't hold on to things And the possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice in the void I would notice songs that all around me sing Looms in weather Lives buried in my days With all my songs and rhythms going Like the darkness surrounding a flame It's what I don't say with my mouth It's my mouth opening to breathe in It's open windows in the wall Still, I go on and on describing the shape Around the thing I want to but can not name I go on and on in song After song After song, after song And, though my long life feels busy And full of usefulness and drive I will sleep through every single dawn And those I see I will not really comprehend I will sing through every single song About the spaces left when we stop singing And I will do this with longingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.