All the words say to me have music in 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 the lies that we can tell to our foolish selves
Maybe this is the love song I refused to write her When I loved her like I used to And I fear my heart spin and fracture Like tears of stone falling from a statue
But a contains all that's true and false Then cries for someone else and for some tenderness So I must confess
All the words you say to me have in them 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