Oh that you might see
Like a window whose blinds have been pulled up
Or the frost removed
In the dead of winter

Oh that you might hear
Like a door that’s been opened
Or a word that’s been spoken
Out loud

That you may know
You may know, know me

That your skin might feel
All these pricks of conscience
And the wind that is blowing
And my hand that is holding yours

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