Voices Beyond Glass
Eight billion, nine hundred fifty-seven million Twenty-three thousand,
three hundred sixty-nine Released from bone Floating as one (ahhhh)
After the rupture, the names came loose Hands let go of every
room The visitors stood in the open sky And no one had
a body left to hide (ohhh)
Free from suffering Yet emptied of aim
No hunger, no fever No door with a name (ahhhh)
Where is the point When there is no direction Who do we
love
When no one stands apart
We are all one And no one can be held (ohhh, ahhhh)
No child to lift from the fire
No elder to guide through rain
No enemy left to forgive No face to call by name (ohhh)
Where is the point When there is no direction Who do we
love When no one stands apart All souls are one And still
the strings are crying
(ahhhh, ohhh)
No end, no shore Only us (ahhhh)