Lyrics

West Walker Road, in the night, in the second
Row of the van with my family, my parents
Driving on gravel, the hymn of the ground
The rhythm was subtle and sweet

There were words like a door that gets stuck when it opens
Holding them close like my mother her bodhran
My stomach would burn like a kiln underground
And a hope was the vessel inside

In the change of one breath,
Who has spoken all this open
I am broken and healed
All because I found a language
Apart from mine

My grandfather spoke of his time in revival
Delicate, dynamite shells ordered lightly
When beautiful words fell on childlike ears
For the first time, I heard something new from him

Vastness of God in its case on the counter
Longhand of God set to rights by our standards
Hold out a ruler to measure the sky
All the figures will come out too small

In the change of one breath
Who has written those new stars in
There are more than before
All because I found a language
Apart from mine
Apart from mine