Unveiled - Loah, The Line

If you want to belong, it is said you must dance

Savour your moves in the womb of your being

Harvest and toil until at last they are for birthing

Unleash them upon the air of now

Upon the throngs of cells in audience

Give us your song, your song, your song unveiled

If you want to stay here, it is said you must dance

Hold your moment in dipped light

In waiting as dunes shroud your mystery

When finally the moment’s grown from raw to real

You may arise up and stand true and arrest the present

Give us your song, your song, your song unveiled

If you want to go home it is said you must dance

For as the flavour of your spirit changes

Its shape invisible chaos

Its form burning mist, burning mist

You are compelled to see this through

Your ripe belonging to this place

You belong to this place

Give us your song, your song, your song unveiled