Before there was you I was made from the mud I would dream of the seed of a flower In the threads of my blood From deep in my veins Gardens would bloom But each time the flower would grow I would tear out the roots I was blinded by your grace It's then that I was afraid It seemed in that strange light That it's you who holds the knife When you stood on the stage Wearing that little white dress A thousand silver horses raced through my chest We woke in your room To the bedspread and the dawn It seemed as if I was dreaming of you all along Blinded by your grace And it's then I was afraid I knew in that strange light That it's me who holds the knife One day without fear A hesitation's curse We both would open the curtain And rise from the earth