I am the suck of air you take

That you've had many times before;

I am the blow you try to fake,

But which still throws you out the door;

I am the air that fills your lungs,

But leaves you emptier below;

I am the void that you can't explain,

But which is where you want to go.



Flame sucks between the balls of steel;

Nothing moves, the air itself congeals.

Look at the flame if you want to,

Hear the sharp crack of the fission,

Smell the brief vapor of ozone,

Feel static motion.



I am the love you try to hide,

But which all can understand;

I am the hate you still deny,

Though the blood is on your hands;

I am the peace you're searching for,

But you know you'll never find;

I am the pain you can't endure,

But which tingles in your mind.



Flame sucks between the balls of steel;

Nothing moves, the air itself congeals.

Look at the flame if you want to,

Hear the sharp crack of the fission,

Smell the brief vapor of ozone,

Feel static motion.



I am the joy you really pay for,

But which comes completely free;

I am your god on the final day,

For the truth is you and me

Writer : PETER HAMMILL
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC, R & M MUSIC PRODUCTIONS INC