She

She, she is the forest
And I, I am a word in her mind
She, does what she can for us
While I, I wait for a sign

We change into each other
We change into ourselves
And she, waits for the chorus of herself

Arm in arm and hand in hand
First we fall and then we stand

Once, she was a songbird
Now, she is the sky up above
Soon, she will be what's heard
When we become love

She takes what we would not know
Then she makes it alive
And then she, waits for the Word to arrive

Arm in arm and hand in hand
First we fall and then we stand

I, I am an illusion
I, am what is real
I, carry confusion
I, make an appeal

She holds herself for ransom
She holds me to the flame
And I suffer contusions to my brain

Arm in arm and hand in hand
First we fall and then we stand