Voices Beyond Glass - Take II
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)