I want to see how worlds are made I want to see how water flows And when I'm counting every silver braid I will count the breathing stars In the turning of our lives In the ever burning lover's sigh In St. Petersberg bitter and cold We were looking for glory and gold When the braile rubs against my hand I'm looking for a thread in the sand I took a breath and drew in the air A circle with your smoke and your hair In the first light of the sky In the iridescent cloud of desire In the blue depths of the sea I stepped upon the lead and gold I stepped upon the lead and gold All the grey birds flying away From a land made of leather and clay Where the people hold their lives in their hands They're all following a line in the sand I took a second look and turn it away Another green world back into clay A short fall fallen astray Never far from far away In the turning of the world All the brilliance of diamonds and pearls In the present that we hold in our hands We're all looking for a line in the sand Just looking for the line in the sand We're all looking for a line in the sand Just looking for the line in the sand We're all looking for a line in the sand Just looking for the line in the sand We're all looking for a line in the sand