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