Echoes Of Songs (For Trish Keenan)

Sometimes I think that I've stolen every song But this is our language I keep it to this form In every painting a holograph unfolds Out here all beauty just waiting to be known Maybe what I feel what I believe in Maybe it is echoes of songs Maybe when I give I am receiving Maybe we are echoes of songs And I think that if we are Then you are with me Hidden like a spark in this world A whisper in the wall Sometimes I think that we're closer than we thought The pulsing structure enhances our glow Maybe what I feel what I believe in Maybe it is echoes of songs Maybe when I give I am receiving Maybe we are echoes of songs And I think that if we are Then you are with me Hidden like a spark in this world A whisper in the wall A whisper in the wall A whisper in the wall A whisper in the wall Every time I hear you I feel that we are echoes Of something Every time I hear you I feel that we are echoes Of something Every time I hear you The world is your car