I couldn't feel the earth move
In its slow dance with the cold moon
As I picked my steps o'er the ridge
Quiet on my leather soles

I couldn't see the full sun this afternoon
Or the ferns as they bent and bowed
I couldn't see your eyes as clear as I ought to
As I crouched along the bank with you

There is a pull between our hearts, love
There is an empty open mind
In the flock of swallows diving
Diving and turning
Diving and turning

With the black-winged birds
Circling
In the glass pane of the creek
In the column of air
To the tall white sky
And in everything in between
And in everything in between

But hush, says your mouth on my warm neck
Hush, says the stream, as it coils around
Hush, my mind is much too loud
Let my breath, like the tide, go out

I feel the pull between our hearts, love
I feel the empty open mind
In the flock of swallows diving
Diving and turning
Diving and turning

With the black-winged birds
Circling
In the glass pane of the creek
In the column of air
To the tall white sky
And in everything in between
And in everything in between

With the black-winged birds
Circling
In the glass pane of the creek
In the column of air
To the tall white sky
And in everything in between
And in everything in between

With the black-winged birds
Circling
In the glass pane of the creek
In the column of air
To the tall white sky
And in everything in between
And in everything in between