If I stand on this stone
At the edge of the sea
And I raise up these hands
Will you breathe into me
Will you speak with my tongue
Will you sing down through us
Will your hands stir the sea
Will you dream that we breathe

If your voice is the love
That was made by no one
And our fingers can touch
Where your songs [bad word] from
And we walk through this fire
And your love kills our thirst
And the sun burns your words
On the face of this earth
Will you sing down through us
Will you speak with our tongue
Will your seed [bad word] seed
Will you dream that we breathe

To steal the sun 
I’ll feel the light
Or touch your hand
Or take our sight
To sing inside 
Your burning lung
The songs that clothe
Your naked son
To feel the sea
Or drink the air
Or breathe the word
That lies nowhere
To feel the sun
Or taste the light
Or touch your hand
Or steal your sight

This is not here
This is not now

Will you dream that we breathe