I (Together) - Latin Quarter

I am the course that you will run

I am the river bed

I am the stones

And I will wash you soft and clear

Through locks and cuts

And 'On Your Owns'

I am the rising in the East

The setting out

The going down

And I will mark your shadow length

Lie at your feet

From sole to crown

I am the sand the rocks become

The sand that shifts

The sand that sings

Beneath a thousand buds will grow

Within the movement of these springs

The tower cranes they trace

Their steel arcs in the sky

And lurch great loads

Above the bed in which we lie

I am the breeze that eases you

The wind that whips

The hurricanes

I am the movements from inside

That stirs and shakes the window panes