The Words.


Can you hear me? or do I even have a voice?
When the words decide to come and go it’s like I don’t even have a choice

Can you hear me? I’ve got a thousand things to say
I tuck them here and there between the vowels the consonants and the stammering parade

My speech decides all on its own when to come and go
and when the words decide to come it’s like I can’t even ebb the flow

when I talk nobody even understands what I have said
Because when I look at you my mouth is dry and there’s nothing in my head

Can you hear me? I have the truth right on my tongue
and I’m trying to get it out but I’m shy and the night is young

Can you hear me? I keep the words inside my eyes
and although I cannot speak they let you know that I’m alive

Don’t worry I’m trying to say what’s on my mind
but the words are hot
and the words are cold
and the words are cruel
and the words are kind

They’ve been chasing themselves inside my head and the sounds go round and round
and the shapes are bend
and the consonants torn
and the vowels lost
and the meaning found

 

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