The Sound of Love
You took the lighted candle and you
Trod the boards so soft
Like a dancer on the railroad
You held your head aloft
You're moving in the spotlight but your
Eyes are looking down
The orchestra it plays with grace, but you
Cannot hear the sound
Of love, of love, of love, the sound of love
You're sitting in the wings and waiting
For the curtain call
Like a finger on a knife edge
You don't hear the words at all
You're staring at the footprints, are they
Moving up or down?
The choir singing hallelujah but you
Cannot hear the sound
Of love, of love, of love, the sound of love
You're waiting for everything to grow
You're singing the words you cannot know
Autor(es): Simon Poore