In a World of Too Much
Post came, letter, note
Read yes, but it reads no
My heart gave eyes hope
Time tick, clock broke
Fire burn but there’s no smoke
Still I choke on the hand that wrote I love you
Where did you get those words from?
Did you read it, or steal it, or hear it in a verse?
Why did you wait ‘til the sun had gone to fly away?
Three years for one face speak, mouth run
My words mean more to you than they do to some
Stars light the beach to find wood that we burn through
But the sun will rise before I can ask you
Where did you get those words from?
Did you read it, or steal it, or hear it in a verse?
Why did you wait ‘til the sun had gone to fly away?
In a world of too much, how can I give you not enough
In a world of sunshine, I gave you rain
In a world of too much, a heavy hand is a soft touch
In a world of desperation, I found relief