You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
Up in those trees

You are electricity
And you are light
You are sound itself
And you are flight

You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
Up in those trees

You are electricity
And you are light
You are sound itself
And you are flight

You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers
All through the soil
Up in those trees

You are the blood
Flowing through my fingers

You are the blood
That I may see you
That I may see you
You are the blood in me

You are the Earth
On which I travel
On which I travel

You are the earth under my feet
That I may travel
That I may travel with you

You are the words
On which I write the circumstances
You say what you want to me

You are the solitude [bad word] against me [bad word] against me

You are the quiet room
In which I dream
In which I sleep
In which I wander