The ancient voice, a drone.
The verse between the lines.
The root of all religion,
The "is" you can't deny.
That tiny, nameless spark,
In the middle of it all;
I cannot for the love of me describe it.

The ancient voice, a drone.
The verse between the lines.
The root of all religion,
The "is" you can't deny.
That tiny, nameless spark,
In the middle of it all;
I cannot for the love of me describe it.