Whispers: unspoken, unspoken Chorus (2X): those who listen always hear what's beneath the spoken word because the truth lies in the unspoken Verse 1: if you looked at me you whether or not I would yell if you told a sick joke and even if I spoke I could conceal the depths of my obsession the weight of my convictions the extent of my compa**ion in cultured tones and measured inaction so by deduction you that I been held to ransom by lust and wondered before how long my life will last so I and tell you before you ask Chorus (2X): those who listen always hear what's beneath the spoken word because the truth lies in the unspoken Verse 2: and that's why I don I slave for resonance amplification of sounds by sympathetic vibrations within the bone structure of the nose, mouth and pharynx so as my mind thinks sympathetic humans tune in and soon understanding resonates captivates, elevates, educates, liberates cultivates love deep enough to drown prejudice forget this liquorice sweet mockery word trickery the world teaches for the eyes are more eloquent than the dictionaries of missionaries Chorus (2X): those who listen always hear what's beneath the spoken word because the truth lies in the unspoken Refrain: resonance like a baby the wordless potency of plantation songs the painful urgency of village gongs morning the indescribable pa**ion of body sounds tropical rain breathing guitar strings and heartbeats sax sighs, hand claps, drum/beats xylophonic orchestrations and beat boxes sound produced by bodies vibrating in resonance with a neighbouring source of sound I strive for resonance because I that reason is often in words drowned and language is useless without the patience to listen patience is understanding patience is silence silence is language Chorus (repeat till fade): those who listen always hear what's beneath the spoken word because the truth lies in the unspoken because the truth lies in the unspoken