here and unique
the ordinary speaking hearts
are made
without grief
without fear
without rage
without age

tensions wane
to the tender garden rain
and all I see
are arcs of light and dew

there's still this figure
she's always there
without grief
without fear
without rage
without age

tensions wane
ebb and foam lost in the wake
and all I see

here and unique
the ordinary speaking hearts
are made
without grief
without fear
without rage
at our feet
without grief
without
without

and all I see
are arcs of light and dew
all I see