Have you seen behind the screen That severs life from art? Or do you see the same as me, Completeness come apart? And who am I to qualify The contents of your heart? Its a simple understanding Of the way you hand it over And hold on to it, too With the lightness of a feather Its the web that ties together What is true Make it happen Make it happen Create the night anew Its a hymn to the grace Thats found a place in you Could I look into a book And find the answer there? Or do the angels prearrange An eye for what is rare? And would the prize anaesthetise The ache that makes me share? Its a simple understanding Of the way you hand it over And hold on to it, too With the lightness of a feather Its the web that ties together What is true See the others flappin With their fingers snappin Tryin to make it happen, too... Its a hymn to the grace Thats found a place in you.