When It Sings

All the words you say to me Have music in them All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism And a selfish boy looks through a prism And says what is But never asks what isn't But a voice contains many precious things It laughs And then it sings And all the lies that we can tell To our foolish selves Maybe this is the love song that I refused to Write her when I loved her like I used to And I fear my heart may spin and fracture Like tears of stone falling from a statue But a voice contains all that's true and false Then cries for someone else And for some honest tenderness So I must confess All the words you say to me Have music in them All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism And a selfish boy looks through a prism And says what is But never asks what isn't