You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees

You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight

You are the blood flowing through my finger...

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 earth on which I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me

You are the solitude that goes against me, that goes against me

You are the choir in which I dream, in which I sleep, in which I wander