I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing Rode like foam on the river of pity Turned its tide to strength Healed the hole that ripped in living
In my book of dreams [X3]
The spine is bound to last a life Tough enough to take the pounding Pages made of days of open hand
In my book of dreams [X3]
Number every page in silver Underline in magic marker Take the name of every prisoner Yours is there my word of honor
I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing Rode like foam on the river of pity Healed the hole that ripped in living