Give me a hammer, I'll dig up the sky Give me a pomegranate seed, I'll plant it in the night When the morning comes and the day is done I'll take a swim in your blue eyes What is love but a life on the cross, I'm hanging out to dry Give me a wooden boat and a handful of gold I'll give it to the ferryman to hide me in the hold I found peace by a river to the east But I lost it on the road What is time but an unfinished rhyme, skipping as it flows There's a haar across Northumberland, there's a mist upon the moor Down by Druridge Bay there's smoke upon the water I hold my hands and weep on my knees on the beach I'm crying out for more What is a prayer but a breath of air when I've gone and lost it all I have heard it all before there's nothing new to me Ink on a page or written in blood, it's a line drawn through my memory I leant my lines word for word in a book from Galilee What is a word but an echo of a bird singing in a tree