If you listen close there are songs that come and go
Like whispers on the wind, they send and recede
With the faintest melody to the wellspring to our hearts
And though I've tried and try to fight, they always break me apart
With letters strung together, we sing what lives inside
The timbre of our voices rise and fall in time
With the heart-chord-thrum of life, and d**h, and love
Now imagine if you can, a memory you have still as vivid as when you lived it, now hold it up
Let it all come back, watch the light bend and refract
Now pretend you choose to give it up, and you may never get it back
Would it hold it's shape and integrity?
Or would it stand as an empty poem for your punk rock band?
With letters strung together we sing what lives inside
The timbre of our voices rise and fall in time
With the heart-chord-thrum of life, and d**h, and love
And by we I mean me
I mean all of us with an ear to the sky
How else are we to make sense of this life we live
If not with the melody whispering on the wind?
And by we I mean me
I mean all of us with an ear to the sky
How else are we to make sense of this life we live
If not with the melody whispering on the wind?
I may move to the rhythm, but I'm craving harmony
I can feel a breeze but I don't know what that means
For her, for us, for me
But oh, the songs I sing
But only song I'll sing