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