There's a secret that never dies
Like a song of hidden meanings that we never apprehend
There are questions just as old as time
And the answers that come never quite make amends
Even so, when you look at time
You can get a subtle feeling of the way it ought to be
Take a good look at your own real life
And you'll see if you want what you've gotten to be

It's a hope
A sign
A measure of quiet rapture
Of love
And what may come after
It's letting go
And letting no answer be an answer

How did smoke learn how to fly?
Where do birds go off to die?
Why does coal sleep in darkness?
Do dreams live in apartness?
Is a number forever?
Where's the soul of the water?
How old is old november?
No one here can remember
If I die where does time go?
Do the bees feel vertigo?
To get love, is there potion?
Or is love only motion?
Badabm bednbedum
Bidida bambudeba
Mbadada bidi bayee badaba bumbabeyubamba
Bamba bumbambam dada
Bupida duda dudu dedum de mba
Yndode baye
Bidibadabmde dadabudababe lala
Yhi bambadada yehe yehi hii-hii hiyaya ye ya lalala
Lodube baye badaba
Gowebababa yeye yeye yeye yeah yeah yeah
Yeah ohoooooooo owo-o ba obebadabambaba ye yea

Holy lift, holy reading
Holy gift, holy needing
Holy sound, holy waiting
Holy smuck animating
Holy food, holy breathing
Holy light interweaving
Holy night, holy handwrite
Holy flight, holy insight
Holy sun, holy brother
Holy moon, holy mother
Holy dream, holy vision
Holy scheme, holy mission
Holy one to another
Holy me, holy other
Yea yea yeahhhhh
Oh yeaahhhhh
Whoaaaaa

Holy lives, holy blending
Holy start, holy ending