All the words you say to me have music in them the sorrows and the joys like magnetism And a selfish boy looks through a 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 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 I must confess
All the words you to 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