“The green trees are swinging
In the under-grass
I can hear the words
We always meant to ask
I can see the sunset and the moon
Lounging on the hill
A billion voices
A trillion names

If I had my way
I wouldn’t have to ask
I’d learn every lesson
From our distant pasts
I’d watch the sun bounce off the moon
Into our ecstatic eyes
I’d make a sculpture of our-selves
Pressed skin to skin

Soul to soul
Soul to soul
Soul to soul
I feel your soul
Soul to soul

Sounds of the branches moving while
We are lying in the under-grass
We’re watching the stars
As the earth turns
A million light years from this hill
I can hear the message
Everyone ever wanted to ask
Endless souls with voices
Souls with and without names

Soul to soul
Soul to soul
Soul to soul
I feel your soul
That’s all
Soul in soul”