I’ve got this dream
It’s reoccurring
You talk to me
Without a sound.
These voices, whispers
Keep on coming
From everywhere
Except your mouth.
Don’t look, just yet,
I’m not quite done,
Being everything you want
Step up to the microphone
I can’t hear your troubles from in my ear
Don’t look, just yet,
I’m not quite ready,
Being everything you want.
Step up to the microphone,
I can’t hear your troubles from in my ears.
I’ve got this voice
But you can’t hear it
You count the ways
You change my mind
Your eyes, your hands
They keep on stirring,
The emotions
Behind our sighs.
Don’t look, just yet,
I’m not quite done,
Being everything you want
Step up to the microphone
I can’t hear your troubles from in my ear
Don’t look, just yet,
I’m not quite ready,
Being everything you want.
Step up to the microphone,
I can’t hear your troubles from in my ears.
Shh…
Shh…
I promised I would make this go away.
I would make them the truth,
But I forgot what you said that was.
I can’t keep track of what you said that was.
Don’t look, just yet,
I’m not quite done,
Being everything you want
Step up to the microphone
I can’t hear your troubles from in my ear
Don’t look, just yet,
I’m not quite ready,
Being everything you want.
Step up to the microphone,
I can’t hear your troubles from in my ears.
I’ve got this dream it’s reoccurring
You talk to me without a sound…
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