all the words you say to me
have music in them
all the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
and a selfish boy looks through a prism
and says what is
but never asks what isn't
but a voice contains many precious things
it laughs
and then it sings
and all the lies that we can tell
to our foolish selves
maybe this is the love song that i refused to
write her when i loved her like i used to
and i fear my heart may spin and fracture
like tears of stone falling from a statue
but a voice contains all that's true and false
then cries for someone else
and for some honest tenderness
so i must confess
all the words you say to me
have music in them
all the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
and a selfish boy looks through a prism
and says what is
but never asks what isn't |