When the lake's on fire
With all the world's desires
When he shakes the stars above
When we lose the ones we love

When the seasons lose their grip
When the tightrope walker slips

I'm counting all the possibilities

When the past [bad word] the now
When the lost [bad word] the found
When we fall in love with war
When the angel [bad word] the [bad word] 

When the road we travel on
Takes us back where we came from

million kinds of possibilities
For dancing on this lazy afternoon

In [bad word] of the world
In the arms of my big nurse
From the science of the heart
To each animal and plant
 [bad word]  relaxed- intact, give thanks

I'm counting all the possibilities
For dancing on this lazy afternoon