

(ooh) (aaah) I lift the line you left in air I trace it softly,
clear and bright My voice becomes the silver thread It turns the
dark to open light I hold the shape,
I raise it higher A glassy tone above the tide No hands,
no strings, no borrowed thunder
Only breath and sky inside
Take me up, take me thin as starlight Lift the note until
it shines Every turn becomes a lantern
Hanging in the highest line
Higher now, I am all light Clear as glass in the blue
night
Only voices, only fire Turning one song higher,
higher
Hold me there where the heart rings Built from breath and silver
strings Pure and bright,
I come alive In a voice that climbs and shines
I shape the chime with open vowels I let the old refrain
return A tender curve,
a lifted answer A note that bends but does not burn Around
the lead, the choir is turning Small halos made of breath alone
Each color born from human motion Each shining edge a living tone
Ah, carry me
Ah, carry me higher Ah,
clear through me
Ah, clear through me now
Higher now, I am all light Clear as glass in the blue
night Only voices, only fire Turning one song higher,
higher
Hold me there where the heart rings Built from breath and silver
strings Pure and bright,
I come alive In a voice that climbs and shines
(ooh) higher (aaah)