The World to Come

On my way through the wood, want to thread through the dream

Nightfall, furfall

Trembling, looking for cracks in the seam

Tree-tall, river cold

Tumbling branches, brushing the beach

Across the river, just out of reach

We are sad in the wish in the wave of our willow

Wandering, wandering

Ran away from this wish in the shade of our pillows

Conjuring, conjuring

Waiting for the lick of the wind

Then the rising sun draws a kiss from the bird's jaw (ooh, ooh)

There's a blackbird perched In the branches of the silver birch

Growing from my chambered heart

Singing through the rising dawn

Singing of the world to come

Can you hear with the ears of the owl and the otter

Listening, listening

And accordion plays as the day grows hotter

Glistening, glistening

There's a wild bird starting its march, a-sinking fishy flashes over the mouth (ooh, ooh)

Far out to sea there's a strange kind of silence

Cold cries, still sky

A pause in the storm and a lull in the violence

Sun and night fly by

Breathing drops from fast to steady

Time slows down till we're caught in its steady

There's a blackbird perched in the branches of the silver birch

Growing from my chambered heart

Singing through the rising dark

Singing out the world to come

Singing of the rising sun

Singing of otten flowers

Singing through the ancient fire

Singing with the open mouth

Singing in this precious hour

Singing of a Broken Heart

Singing of the days we had

Singing of a Dream once won

Singing of a glimpse of love

Singing as the river flows

Singin' in the hope that grows

Singin' in the hope to God (oh, yeah)

(oh)

(Stop)