Can you hear me in the echoes of those ancient duststorms that wandered the prehistoric earth Before the time, when the mountain was lake and you lay in arms i have always been here just beyond the corner of your eye flirting with the edge of the mirror can you hear me tapering through the stone breathing ever so delicately, like the wind blowing through a slow delhi afternoon i have always been here a forgotten memory, held hostage by a desprate love trying to call you over all this din can you hear me a vagarant song on loose lips sneaking around the world by hitching rides along with unsuspecting ruffians feeding on scraps of love that you unwittingly throw away i have always been here embedded in radio broadcasts and sewn into silver midnight light sending out SOSes through ripples of time Can you hear me !! please.