Just beyond my sight, something that I cannot see I've been circling around a thought that's been circling round me Like the vapor of a song that is just out of your shot And I thought I knew the question, but I guess not There it is just below the surface of things In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings I drain the glass, drink it down, every moment of this Every little bit of it, every little bit I swam against the tide, I tripped on my own pride So I'll try again today, to get out of my own way The face was always in the stone, said Michelangelo We just have to chip and clear, to see what is already there There it is just below the surface of things In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings I drain the glass, drink it down, every moment of this Every little bit of it, every little bit
There it is in the apple of every new notion There it is in the scar healed over what was broken In the branches, in the whispering In the silence and the sighs And the furious promise of limited time
It's true although it's hard A shadow glides over the ridge And one fast beating heart Tries with its might to live And we sense, but can't describe From the corner of our eye Something nameless and abiding And so we keep transcribing There it is just below the surface of things In a flash of blue, and the turning of wings I drain the glass, drink it down, every moment of this Every little bit of it, every little bit