We might suppose that this is love We might become like broken mirrors Reflecting mere shapes and shades, until we have faces
Drifting through our paradoxes Until we have faces
Prisoner: disappeared for the sake of the world “Behold, I make all things anew” Feel me, alert to the sound of your heart
I drowned in the desert to the thirst for the sea Disguised by the light to blind the dark in me I drowned in the desert to thirst for the sea At the death of the garden plant the seeds of eternity He’s watching over us She’s watching over us
Sleeper: A prison comprised of self “Behold, I make all things anew” Feel me, alert to the sound of your breath
(Prisoner) Love is the pasture in the House of the Lord A jubilee economy for none to afford (The fire is surrounding!) And our fabric was woven piece by piece And all the while we sat singing “Sweet sleep surround surcease” (Prisoner) Revel in reticent revelations As movements of the Spirit extinguish this distinguishing conflagration (You sleep safe in your cell!) Lines were tearing out that negative space Defined by figure eight patterns bringing us face to face Prisoner The fire is surrounding Prisoner You sleep safe in your cellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
