We are the blood inside the man
Rivers flowing to and from
The mouth of the mighty ghost
To the eyes of the setting sun
These hearts beat for the land and sky and things that go unseen
In due time may we come to know, see these things we do not see
My love, she walks a tight rope
If she falls she ll fly, I know this to be true
But if she reaches the other side
She ll climb even higher
Than the crescent moon
We are the dreams and walk right through, the stories told with such
Wisdom gained of mirth and loss, of pain and joy and lust
We are the lungs we breath for dance, for trance, and mystery
We are the breath we take it in, and let it go as we please
This hearts, a steam engine baby
And love is you
This hearts, a steam engine baby
. . . . . .
And love is you
We can sing our songs in the midst of pain, and break on down the walls
Sometimes we rise above, and look out across it all
Sometimes we lose the plots, for this we pray
In a way that it was never taught, somehow it ll be okay
This hearts, a steam engine baby
And love is you
This hearts, a steam engine baby
And love is you
We are the blood inside the man
Rivers flowing to and from
The mouth of the mighty ghost
To the eyes of the setting sun
