You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees

You are electricity and you're light
You are sound it'self and you are flight

You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound it'self and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
You are the blood flowing through my lungs

You are the blood
That I may see you, that I may see you
You are the blood in me you are the earth
On which I travel, on which I travel
You are the earth under my feet
That I may travel, that I may travel with you
You are the earth on which
I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me
You are the solitude
That goes against me, that goes against me
You are the quiet
In which I dream, in which I sleep
In which I wander

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