OneUndone
10-14-2008, 01:03 AM
I listen to the songs from somewhere away
that no one has heard
and that no one can play
with words that come
from somewhere beyond
never written in pen,
no one knows that they're gone.
My favorite music
is from somewhere across
buried deep in a kiss,
in the forest they're lost.
It sings in my soul
I can hear it so clear
never known on this earth
yet there's nothing so dear.
It is spelled in my soul...
it is poised on my lips...
with the depth of true love,
only tasted in sips.
I listen to the music,
from where, I don't know...
although I'd care to sing it
it's a love I can't show.
Touch my lips, can you hear it?
Touch my heart, can you stay?
Though we're deaf as a stone
I still know there's a way.
Once in a long while
it is hinted somewhere
and forever I'll follow...
it's the nature of care.
that no one has heard
and that no one can play
with words that come
from somewhere beyond
never written in pen,
no one knows that they're gone.
My favorite music
is from somewhere across
buried deep in a kiss,
in the forest they're lost.
It sings in my soul
I can hear it so clear
never known on this earth
yet there's nothing so dear.
It is spelled in my soul...
it is poised on my lips...
with the depth of true love,
only tasted in sips.
I listen to the music,
from where, I don't know...
although I'd care to sing it
it's a love I can't show.
Touch my lips, can you hear it?
Touch my heart, can you stay?
Though we're deaf as a stone
I still know there's a way.
Once in a long while
it is hinted somewhere
and forever I'll follow...
it's the nature of care.