The Sound

It's a certain thing that I can only ask about
That I can only think to sing
Than I can only sing

It's not the words, it's the sound
How we sink our loves into the ground and down.

Life's an uncertain thing
We can only cast about
I could feel that web today
I could feel that ache

It's not the words, it's the sound
How we plant our love deep in the ground and down.
All around

When it's the kind of pain
That disobeys distance
Seems darkness moves faster
Than the light
What will you find friend?
You're such a fine friend.
I've seen how the flowers grow in your light.