I heard mute voices mouthing prayers To unknown ones Whose mouths had once prayed to gods In the songs of broken tongues I heard drum breaks roll From the edge of the falling heights Cascading sounds colliding Devouring up by the night I heard the snap of wings Beat as the flocks spread west I stood and listened To the silent echo that it left Calling you, Calling me Calling you, Calling me I heard the poison moaning Inside the depths of me I felt it turning Like driftwood on dead seas Until I heard it take root And branch fruit against the skies For my empty hands To pick them free of claps and of cries And overcome and overrun I remembered once again the fear The fear of being alone The fear of never leaving here Calling you, Calling me Calling you, Calling me Still it takes and still it holds And still it comes it opens and folds And still I wait and still I lie And still the rope around me is tied And so the voices guide me Between tension and release And so the voices Throw me between turmoil and relief And the voices inside voices s Peak to this voice that remains Until our voices join together For one last refrain Calling you, Calling me Calling you, Calling me Calling you, Calling me And still it takes and still it holds And still it comes it opens and folds And still I wait and still I lie And still the rope around me is tied