And in the evening when [bad word] You'll hear the silence of my [bad word] The ringing of the thundery [bad word] When love forgives from up above
The thirsty person who knows not
The shimmer of a brow that's fraught
We have been blessed with certain thoughts
And speak with very little talk
And in the darkness we will walk
Until the day does make us stop
We'll check the belly of the sun
To know exactly where we're from

And in the evening when [bad word] You'll hear the silence of my [bad word] The ringing of the thundery [bad word] When love forgives from up above
The thirsty person who knows not
The shimmer of a brow that's fraught
We have been blessed with certain thoughts
And speak with very little talk
And in the darkness we will walk
Until the day does make us stop
We'll check the belly of the sun
To know exactly where we're from
To know exactly where we're from
To know exactly where we're from