| Lyrics: | Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged
limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who
called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on
her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god
himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you
to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call
you to pray |
