Words and music by roddy frame Have you seen behind the screen That severs life from art? Or do you see the same as me, Completeness come apart? And who am I to qualify The contents of your heart? It's a simple understanding Of the way you hand it over And hold on to it, too With the lightness of a feather It's the web that ties together What is true Make it happen Make it happen Create the night anew It's a hymn to the grace That's found a place in you Could I look into a book And find the answer there? Or do the angels prearrange An eye for what is rare? And would the prize anaesthetise The ache that makes me share? It's a simple understanding Of the way you hand it over And hold on to it, too With the lightness of a feather It's the web that ties together What is true See the others flappin' With their fingers snappin' Tryin' to make it happen, too... It's a hymn to the grace That's found a place in you.