With the burst into nothing so silent
From here the unimportant call
The words that could find us, a blessing or curse
Language unravels and irony hurts, yeah
Receive the unimportant answer
Of the sound, uttered first
A wilderness of sound and movement
From an empty space between no good with the rest
Burst into nothing so smoothening and soft
The silence inside you when the music is stopped
The wind and the rain
Oh goddess, who bore us what we must have done
So silent and soft
To a species rising thickly to a dialog with thunder
In the common place between hunger and thirst
The words that can find us, the ideas diverse
Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside
Goddess, who bore us what we must have done
Clear the empty space between bad and worse
The cries of creatures crashing, kill them
The sound, of the sound, of the sound
Spoke a language of wonder
(Bury your daughter and pray for a son)
The sound, of the sound, of the sound, uttered first
Their bellows bouncing, ripe with resonance
The human voices heralding the hillside
Now can I hear the song without verse?
(Oh goddess, who bore us what we must have done)
The silence inside you when the music is stopped
Bury your daughter and pray for a son
