Testo I (Together)

I am the course that you will run I am the river bed I am the stones And I will wash you soft and clear Through locks and cuts And 'On Your Owns' I am the rising in the East The setting out The going down And I will mark your shadow length Lie at your feet From sole to crown I am the sand that rocks become The sand that shifts The sand that sings Beneath a thousand buds will grow Within the movement of these springs The tower cranes they trace Their steel arcs in the sky And lurch great loads Above the bed in which we lie I am the breeze that eases you The wind that whips The hurricanes I am the movement from inside That stirs and shakes the window panes