"The Conduit Four" lyrics - JARBOE

Its her voice
Round and rich
The familiar scent
She is

I found her closing
I found hardening
[?]
Of her soul
Filled with comfort
The brocading with grace
Its her place
[?]
Hope it [?]
Her creation
The [?]
Born again
Born again
The last word
Plain like mosse
In the light shade
Wrap you up
Place you inside
For later
You can not think beyond
The serpent
We will shine again
In the space
Between her breath
Between her touch
Of heal hand
Reach inside
Take you out
To awaken what you
What you told me
Never told forget
Forget

Its her voice
Round and rich
The familiar scent
She is