We are the blood inside the man Rivers flowing to and from The mouth of the mighty ghost To the eyes of the setting sun These hearts beat for the land and sky and things that go unseen In due time may we come to know, see these things we do not see My love, she walks a tight rope If she falls she'll fly, I know this to be true But if she reaches the other side, She'll climb even higher Than the crescent moon We are the dreams and walk right through, the stories told with such Wisdom gained of mirth and loss, of pain and joy and lust We are the lungs we breath for dance, for trance, and mystery We are the breath we take it in, and let it go as we please This hearts, a steam engine baby And love is you This hearts, a steam engine baby And love is you We can sing our songs in the midst of pain, and break on down the walls Sometimes we rise above, and look across it all Sometimes we lose the plots, for this we pray, In a way that it was never taught, somehow it'll be okay This hearts, a steam engine baby And love is you This hearts, a steam engine baby And love is you We are the blood inside the man Rivers flowing to and from The mouth of the mighty ghost To the eyes of the setting sun