• Wash out the sky
    Feel the static humming on your skin
    Watch the steady passage of time.

    Sing down the moon,
    howl! the wolverine is crying for
    the princess, the echoes, the blood.

    What is a deity if
    there is no music to that being?
    What is the meaning of your
    silent everyday prayer?
    What is a life worth living
    if you can't feel it in your bones
    Every heart you touch cries
    for beginnings
    for the stories
    for the end.

    Wash out the sky
    Clouds scuffling by
    Can you hear me? Can you feel me?

    Sing down the moon,
    scream! the night is just beginning,
    here's to the birth, to the death, to the life.

    What is a deity if
    there is no harmony inside,
    savage melody and haunting counterpoint?
    What is a life worth living,
    what is the meaning of your prayers?
    Here we are,
    here we stand,
    it's too early for the end.
    It's a start, take a breath,
    it's a beginning!