I came up once and hollered,
I went down and cried
I stood at the window
Like what I feared might be outside.
My cage, it has betrayed me holding neither time nor love,
But letting in a dark I know must still be light enough
The Golden Gate was swaying, whichever side we stood
From hymns we'd long forgotten, and some we wish we could.
Their stories find us wading through all we've given up,
And trading on the dark that now must still be light enough
I know fact from fiction, know they are the same
Two sides of believing
In the singing of God's name;
That knows itself in hunger: the never-ending fight
The kiss that lives between us where the dark keeps all the light