I am running on the hillside
I can't see the view from here
I am tracing memory lines
seeking familiars of your face
I find every contour, every shape
I am sifted through the fingertips
of God's transcendent hand
I am hurling toward the future
with a bullet in my chest
Oh, I feel the sting, longing
When the first one was gone
And every good thing was restored
We like sky open, black sky
Stretching back the morning light
We live high up in our buildings
High beneath the bridge we hide
We are tangled in the cords
For the first one was gone
And everything was restored
I am standing in the shadow,
I'm in the cracked space,
caught in between the worlds
But I see tongues of fire
For the first one was gone
And every good thing was restored
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