Morning's perfect face   Leans in close with lips of grace   Trip it as you go   On the light fantastic toe   The cadence falling sighs   The rhythm in Mirth's thighs      When I was a single cell   My heart was cast already, and even   When I was a spirit waiting   My prints were etched in flesh      Fourteen candle souls   Warm December's coming cold   Innocence we lost   Froze in winter's frost      When I was a single cell   My heart was cast already, and even   When I was a spirit waiting   My prints were etched in flesh      I'll meet you on the mountain   We'll shout at the city   And I'll light you again   When I was a single cell   The die was cast already, and even      And when I was a sprit waiting   I left fingerprints on the scene   When I was your past-life love   I left fingerprints on your seam