Sometime in the ocean I drown inside of you
Sometimes in the meadow I fall in sight of you
Sometimes on the mountain I stand right next to you
One night in a cave I heard you call
You were not in the wind
But in a still, small voice
Sometimes in the morning I touch your scars and I believe
Sometimes in the evening you touch my scars and I conceive
And at night when I'm sleeping I hear you beckon me
One night in a cave I heard you call
You were not in the quake
But in a still, small voice
Sometimes in my memories you remind me what to be
Sometimes in my future you show me what to see
And now in the present you crash right into me
One night in a cave I heard you call
You were not in the flame
But in a still, small voice
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