I have a dream where I die I have a dream where I listen The birds of the morning have sun strange skin
There is a fish on the shore The same that came down from the river This is the world of the rose and thorn
And the world still spins round I lay on for this time I have found
Out in the bullrush and steel The tide has gone and forgiven For each breath and quiver of sand and stone
Still comes the hum of that bird A beat of a drum in a meadow That stays to deliver this sight from limb
And the world still spins round I lay on for this time I have found
I have the blood to ride out this storm If I can just keep the wind under these wings
And the world still spins round For this time I have found
And the world still spins round For this time I have found