There is a secret that never dies Like a dance of hidden meanings that we never apprehend There are questions just as old as time And the answers that come never quite make amends Even so, when you look at time You can get a subtle feeling of the way it ought to be Take a good look at your own real life And you will see if you want what you've gotten to be It's a hope, a sign, a measure of quiet rapture Of love and what might come after It's letting go, and letting no answer be an answer How did smoke learn how to fly? Where do birds go off to die? Why does coal sleep in darkness? Do dreams live in apartments? Is a number forever? Where's the soul of the water? How old is old November? No one here can remember If I die, where does time go? Do the bees feel vertigo? To get love is there potion or is love only motion? ♪ Holy lift, holy reading Holy gift, holy needing Holy sound, holy waiting Holy spark animating Holy food, holy breathing Holy light interweaving Holy night, holy hand write Holy flight, holy insight Holy sun, holy brother Holy moon, holy mother Holy dream, holy vision Holy scheme, holy mission Holy one to another Holy me, holy other Holy lives, holy blending Holy start, holy ending