When the static inside is just off station
Ideas reside in hibernation
Like a bear in a burrow in the frozen ground
Waiting for the spring thaw to come around
It'll come round,
don't worry
It'll come round
When your fingers are spread like feelers Feeling in the darkness,
groping,
hoping for healing
Then just be still and listen to the sound
Of your life moving to the rhythm all around
It's all around
Just listen,
it's all around
The rhythm
of blood and the music of breath And the
living of life and the giving of death
The rhythm
of blood and the music of breath And the
living of life and the giving of death
When structure falls down and meaning fades
Focus is blurred background so far away
So much emotional fuel burns along the way
The faint scent lingers but unresolved remains
It remains
unresolved
It remains
The
rhythm
of
blood and the music of breath And the
living of life and the giving of death
The rhythm of blood and the music of breath
Spirit,
body or mind or trinity combined
Practiced or preached, just trying to believe
Cosmology, creation,
nature or religion You are a symphony
Contained in a single beast
You are a symphony
Contained in a single beast With the rhythm of blood and the music of
breath In the living of life and the giving of death
The rhythm of blood and the music of breath
In the living of life and the giving of death
The rhythm of blood
and the music of breath In the living of life and the giving of death
The giving of death The giving of death