see the bread see the
wine see the graft into the vine this is what is to be it always made sense to
me send us a shot of love across the mountain to the sea from the poles of north
and south wherever we may be sometimes my cup is empty my wish that it stay full
cause i am always thirsty i can't get enough of you there is nowhere else to go
there is nothing else to do there is nowhere else to turn the first and last is
you oh i hear the music oh i need a brand new song