I've been there, on those couches
Drinking tea
Loving the sweet people who show you the face of God for a moment
You'd swear you could escape gravity
In that moment when you're holding hands
All of you with your eyes closed
All of you looking at each other
All of you smiling
College dorm
Bright and warm
On a cold orange winter night
You're open now, turn down the light
This is not the circle
This is not the glow
Tremble for it, though
In the broken circle of your host's arms
Backsplash of color off the screen
The sawdust smell of the studio
Inside-out thoughts in public places
Private revelations on the marbled floors
Of public museums
Colors and sounds locked in private memories
(I will never forget that yellow)
Publicly still the white, plain stone of temples
But will you ever feel so light again?
Will you ever feel so light again?
Will you ever feel so light again?
Will you ever feel so light again?
Will you ever float right off your feet?
Will you ever the warmth of God's presence
Flowing through the hands of beautiful saints?
Will you ever stand in that circle of love?
Will you ever feel so light again?