The Wilderness - Duncan Sheik

The word is told, now

The word is said

The word is old, now

And the stone is bread

The heart is bone, now

The heart is flesh

The heart is known, now

And the no is yes

And all we hold

Is only in the past…

The song is cold, now

The song is spent

The song is sold, now

And the thought is rent

The bird is flown, now

The bird is fled

The bird is gone, now

And the wind is fed

And all we hold

Is only in the past…