There does live love, in distant plains, br it sings in whispers deeper than speech, br it’s shafts, like glass, abound the grass br and groping hills of Erin’s breasts. br br There does live love, in distant plains br the crying has died, and the sandy skies br live with open arms at last, br at last the pining found its gem. br br It sings in whispers deeper than speech, br and thanks the airy silence for br a violent move that gained the grape br that made drunken lovers grasp. br br It sings, in whispers deeper than speech, br of a time before the earth, br when dust had sparkled like the stars br and gravity accepted all.