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Clear sound,
Transparent sound,
Glass is dropping,
Glass flows
CHORUS:
And the sky is screaming
And the sky is dropping
All its tears on me,
And the sky is breaking
And the sky is falling
Down on me.
Liquid glass river
Frames his voice,
Like a mill-race does
It makes me move.
The buildings grow higher
Hiding the sky from me,
Wound its tender body.
CHORUS
I'm making my way
To admire the changing beauty
Of my Lord
Cold holds my hands tight.