How many other times have I looked like him
All the many little things I've condemned
You've finally put me in my place
Shown me a mirror I'm too scared to face
Patience, kindness, loving your vanity fades
The universe is always late
Needed her yesterday

Losing flesh split spirit flayed
Taste the salt and dirt that quaked
Rolling on an olive hill
Pushing stones away

Kiss the turns of running calls
Contact dancing on cave walls
Communicating ubiquitous nuances

Losing flesh split spirit flayed
Taste the salt and dirt that quaked
Rolling on an olive hill
Pushing stones
Pushing stones
Pushing stones away