Morning's perfect face
Leans in close with lips of grace
Trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe
The cadence falling sighs
The rhythm in Mirth's thighs
When I was a single cell


My heart was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
My prints were etched in flesh
Fourteen candle souls
Warm December's coming cold
Innocence we lost
Froze in winter's frost
When I was a single cell
My heart was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
My prints were etched in flesh

I'll meet you on the mountain
We'll shout at the city
And I'll light you again
When I was a single cell
The die was cast already, and even
And when I was a sprit waiting
I left fingerprints on the scene
When I was your past-life love
I left fingerprints on your seam