When Gimme and Daleth where standing between?
And the body folded 'round me
Oh, it's the never realized question
Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail
The foot and its move
The life and its pattern
The mind and its motion
There's something forgotten I want you to know
The flower and its petal
Braved the gates enormous fire
The root and its grasp
And what is it that we are?
Out of the evening growing a veil
And an elephant madness has covered the sun
The judge and the juries they play for the fun
Oh long, oh long ever yet my eyes
The heart and its love
And what is it that we are?
What is it that we are part of?
The earth and its bigness
The breath and its gasp
What is it that we are part of?
And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
Oh, it's the old forgotten question
And the person in me grew
They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap
The freckles of rain they are telling me so
What is it that we are part of?
Oh, it's the half-remarkable question
