see the bread see the wine see the graft into the vine this is what is to be it always made sense to me send us a shot of love across the mountain to the sea from the poles of north and south wherever we may be sometimes my cup is empty my wish that it stay full cause i am always thirsty i can't get enough of you there is nowhere else to go there is nothing else to do there is nowhere else to turn the first and last is you oh i hear the music oh i need a brand new song