Primal Breath

Look the herons in the greenbilled water Their wet-ash wings wear medallions of patience We drift on... [Go?] We have stories as old as the great seas Breaking through the chest Flying out the mouth Noisy tongues that once were silenced All the oceans we contain, coming to light [, coming to light] All the dark birds rush from the river Leaving only the stillness of their language There are no clocks to measure time, But the beating of our singing hearts [, sing hard] [Go? We have stories as old as the great seas Breaking through the chest Flying out the mouth Noisy tongues that once were silenced] You will know it is winter By the way you dreams tremble like stones When the wind comes through The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong [Noisy tongues that once were silenced All the oceans we contain, coming to light Primal breath]