All the words you say to me have music in them the sorrows and the joys like magnetism a selfish boy looks through a prism And says what is but never asks what isn't
But a voice contains many things It laughs and then it sings And all the lies that we can tell to our foolish
this is the love song that I refused to write her When I loved her like I used to And I fear my may spin and fracture Like tears 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 must confess
All the words you say to me have music in them the sorrows and the joys like magnetism And a boy looks through a prism And says what is but never asks what isn't