Did I dream this belief or did I believe this dream? - Peter Gabriel

In the blood of Eden,
Lie the woman and the man.
With the man in the woman,
And the woman in the man.

The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight.
In search of you, I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night.
Whatever fear invents, I swear it makes no sense.
I reach through the border fence.
Come down, come talk to me.

From the pain come the dream.
From the dream come the vision.
From the vision come the people.
From the people come the power.
From this power come the change.