I couldn't feel the earth move In its slow dance with the cold moon As I picked my steps o'er the ridge Quiet on my leather soles I couldn't see the full sun this afternoon Or the ferns as they bent and bowed I couldn't see your eyes as clear as I ought to As I crouched along the bank with you There is a pull between our hearts, love There is an empty open mind In the flock of swallows diving Diving and turning Diving and turning With the black-winged birds Circling In the gla** pane of the creek In the column of air To the tall white sky And in everything in between And in everything in between But hush, says your mouth on my warm neck Hush, says the stream, as it coils around Hush, my mind is much too loud Let my breath, like the tide, go out I feel the pull between our hearts, love I feel the empty open mind In the flock of swallows diving Diving and turning Diving and turning With the black-winged birds Circling In the gla** pane of the creek In the column of air To the tall white sky And in everything in between And in everything in between With the black-winged birds Circling In the gla** pane of the creek In the column of air To the tall white sky And in everything in between And in everything in between With the black-winged birds Circling In the gla** pane of the creek In the column of air To the tall white sky And in everything in between And in everything in between