The Bloody Beetroots - A Prayer lyrics

Oh borrow my tiredness young girl, young boy
And wrap it in your hair like garlands
Take it as a kiss and feel it
Upon your lips oh borrow these aches
Young girl, young boy
And make them into the spring
Of your lithe bodies the laughter of heart
And a chuckle of the soul
We who are the children eternal and free
The unborn, beyond false grace
Who turn their back on immortality
Beyond the burnt offerings of time and space
(space) take my poetry
Take my soul that we might be as one
Beyond division beyond all pain
That to heavenly heights we might fly
(fly) again
(again) then share my joy
Young girl, young boy
And we will sing a love supreme
That we might dance the dance of life
And feel a promise of our dreams
And feel a promise of our dreams