Not Here/Not Now - Angels of Light

If I stand on this stone

At the edge of the sea

And I raise up these hands

Will you breathe into me

Will you speak with my tongue

Will you sing down through us

Will your hands stir the sea

Will you dream that we breathe

If your voice is the love

That was made by no one

And our fingers can touch

Where your songs

They come from

And we walk through this fire

And your love kills our thirst

And the sun burns your words

On the face of this earth

Will you sing down through us

Will you speak with our tongue

Will your seed become seed

Will you dream that we breathe

To steal the sun

I’ll feel the light

Or touch your hand

Or take our sight

To sing inside

Your burning lung

The songs that clothe

Your naked son

To feel the sea

Or drink the air

Or breathe the word

That lies nowhere

To feel the sun

Or taste the light

Or touch your hand

Or steal your sight

This is not here

This is not now

Will you dream that we breathe