Lyrics

I wanna be a creature in your night,
feral and forgiving of the way we lovers sweat and start
to smell of earth and soil in the breeze
all along I’ll wish for you to sing into the depths of me
I wanna be the echo of your voice
As you call into the canyons just to see how far it travels
I bet we could go distances beyond
what our telescopes have seen
to our most lucid dreams

In worlds of stars exploding
under water in slow motion
ecstasy in greatest heights
circle round eternal moments
where we meet our maker
pulsing wave and lights shaking
woven bodies holding presence
as we sort through all the
sight sight sights
all the light light lights
we holding tight tight tight
to thee night night nights
we holding tight to the echo

We were walking in a distant world, crystalline and clear
not a soul dared to enter through those sacred arcs where
you were holding a golden spell
inside I caught a glimpse into a broken realm
where prayers were answered slowly, lifetimes too late
we were singing from the softness of a heart that wanted none of it
we yearned for understanding of why things come undone
And on that night we made a vow to sing for the all unsung

In worlds of stars exploding
under water in slow motion
ecstasy in greatest heights
circle round eternal moments
where we meet our maker
pulsing wave and lights shaking
woven bodies holding presence
as we sort through all the
sight sight sights
all the light light lights
we holding tight tight tight
to thee night night nights
we holding tight to the echo

I want to be a symbol in your dream
to dance upon those threads, spelling notes with every step,
and you could play them through a tiny music box
spinning out these holographic sounds from the mountain tops
everyone could hear the prayer we made under the moon
when I blew upon your forehead so you knew that i was true
and when the wind now blows, you feel me and remember
waterfalls of diamonds pour into your sweet surrender

In worlds of stars exploding
under water in slow motion
ecstasy in greatest heights
circle round eternal moments
where we meet our maker
pulsing wave and lights shaking
woven bodies holding presence
as we sort through all the
sight sight sights
all the light light lights
we holding tight tight tight
to the night night nights
we holding tight to the echo