A speck of dust from grass to leaf
 If on the ascendant your soul arises
 And doesn't contradict what your esence extemporises
 I've been the hermit and the love thief
 And paid for the privilege with tears of grief
 Which soon by nature circumcises
 This song will be brief

 One day in the spring a question fell
 And went straight through me
 Do bleeding angels sing when close to tears?
 I need the answer
 So if you go before me would you let me know?
 If you go before me would you let me know?

 One day in the year a bullet screamed
 And ripped straight through you
 And I saw the sun begin to bleed
 Above a flood of tears and sirens
 And are spirit's colour blind?
 So if you go before me would you let me know?
 If you go before me would you let me know