Slow down Hold still
It's not as if it's a matter of will
Someone's circling Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels
And it's got nothing to do with me
The wind blows through the trees,
but if I look for it, it [bad word] 
I tense up My mind goes numb
There's nothing harder than learning how to receive

Calm down Be still
We've got plenty of time to kill
No hand writing on the wall:
just the voice that's in us all
And you're whispering to me,
time to get up off my hands and knees,
'cause if I beg for it, it [bad word] 
I find nothing but table [bad word] 
My hands are empty God I've been naive

All I need is everything
Inside, outside, feel new skin
All I need is everything
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again

Slow down Hold still
It's not as if it's a matter of will
Someone's circling Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels
This voice calling me to you:
it's just [bad word] through
Still, I clearly hear my name
I've been fingering the flame
like tomorrow's martyr
It gets harder to believe

All I need is everything
Inside, outside, feel new skin
All I need is everything
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again

So from now till [bad word] 
taste the words on the tip of my tongue
'Cause we [bad word] [bad word] out of town,
only force it underground
The roots grow deeper
in ways we can't conceive

All I need is everything
Inside, outside feel new skin
All I need is everything
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again

All I need is all I need