Paroles
I have a wound, I still can't say where/what from
It's too deep to tell
For want of a novel song, a ringing word to sing
I have held my tongue
It's easier to be quiet
Many failed attempts have passed through my fingers
To my heart (from)
My mind measures all of me by what's best in them
With quick and calculating eye
It's easier to appraise
Than to strain to believe in that higher measure
I have a wound, I still can't tell where/what from
It's still in the soil
But you draw me steady to surface to the light
It's then that I begin to heal
I grow too slow to hear
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Your words are the sun
Your words are the sun (are the rain)
Your words are the sun (I'm a seed in the dark)