What we spy from tops of trees: deer eyes, horses feet. All that we could ever hope to know of God. Your deepest eyes lean into me. These boughs they move with the wind, these boughs will hold us free. In setting night our city burns with light. What I live for: not these chasing days. It's in the passing wild wind. The howling dogs, my howling blood for you, my howling dog. The sage, the wood, the whistling trains, the love I've found, the love that waits, the song, the song, the eyes, the feet, the mountaintops, the bells still ringing, oh the song, oh the singing, how to hold, how to know how to hold.