All the words you say to me have music them All the sorrows and the joys magnetism And a selfish boy looks through a prism And says what is but asks what isn't
But a voice contains many precious things It laughs and then it sings And all the lies that we tell to our foolish selves
Maybe this is the love song that I refused to write her I loved her like I used 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 Then cries for someone else and for some honest tenderness So I must confess
All the words you say to me music in them All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism And a selfish boy looks through a prism says what is but never asks what isn't