So He Dropped The Webs Of The Spider Of Heaven Down Through The Clouds,

All The Way Into The Pool Of Blood At The Bottom Of Hell

Far Above In Heaven A Bird Flys Through The Terrible Cloud Of Unknowing

Trust Can Make A Man Into A Wood, Trust Can Make A Man Green

An Everything That Longs To Be

Broken And Small Enough To See

To Be Held In His Hands

To Be A Part And Yet Alone

Here He Is, Reaching For...the Speed Of Light

Here He Is, Reaching For...the Sound Of Forgiveness

Now Wounding 'round The Waterfront She Listens For A Voice

A Sign Of Mother God, A Sign Of God The Lad

I Long To Enter You With Gentleness And Compassion

But Sorrow Is Always An Open Door

I Know Many Days Go By And I Forget To Look Up At The Stars

I Forget There Are Stars, I Forget There Is The Rest

Thin Threads Of Light Follow You Around

Through The Pale Blue, Down Your Skin

Down Your Skin