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