On being here, on living here, on being lived by me:
One for the stone, two for the wind, three for the perfect sea
Four for the love, five for the mist, six for the blessed ground
I touched the world lightly, to feel its heartbeat
the pulse of life beneath the things,
and I know that this heart beats for me,
Do you know what you need, baby?
Do you know what you need when you search and you search
really search for the meaning of things
unfolding around you?