There is a tree to touch with relentless force
whoever would trespass his heart into
the holy folds
met Yahweh on a hill
met Yahweh on a hill
there is a banner to be raised standing in my magnetic fields to await
a rod of iron to strike the nations
he will know me by the birds and bread
of Elijah laid in the riverbed
of Elijah laid in the riverbed
the chariots of the hearth are his alone
so we leave our households behind to meet
weeping in the room filled with one enormous seam
and the loudest voice
the dream of your heart oh God
the dream of your heart oh God
it must have been just a moment up in the morning
turn into something alive a universal eye that
suddenly saw the blood
suddenly saw the blood
living beyond the flesh and bones
of a collective surge who wanted to speed
the day of wrath of consecration
will it be enough to see at all
when the light appearing is terrible
when the light appearing is terrible
till then it can only be found in native roars
or within a million hearts and in sweetness in the air
by the burning of the bodies across the desert
the dream of your heart oh God
the dream of your heart oh God