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