First there is the folding in To gather light and dark to you The journey down so far that it Has nowhere else to go but through I thought if I tried hard enough With endless motion like a bribe As if by this the will of God Could be bent to my version of right What happens next is nearly weightless The opening where we stand breathless On the clean edge of change She cannot live beneath my wings No more with he see seventy How many mornings did I wake And wished that it'd be you I'd see What happens next is nearly weightless The opening where we stand breathless On the clean edge of change And who am I who makes this sound Who rode the shadow all the way down To the clean edge of change In the clear space of knowing that there's As many names for dark as for light I'm choosing mostly now to speak The ones that get me through the night But always with humility With a worn out but a grateful heart Having sang so recently Full-throated In the dark What happens next is nearly weightless The opening where we stand breathless On the clean edge of change First there is the folding in To gather light and dark to you The journey down so far that it Has nowhere else to go but through