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