Left unborn
In room where songs become
And voices crack and moan
Losing grip
Beneath your fingertips
That turn me off and on
But wheres the voice
Yeah wheres that distant song
That whispers through the air
When yourre all alone
Only sound
That stays after Im done
Echo of the loss
Powerless
Dressed up in words and rhymes
Make-up of truthful lies
Music floods
All of our space and time
And draws without a prize
But wheres the voice
Yeah wheres that fading song
That whispers through the air
When youre on your own
And wherere those lines
That dodged the greatest minds
And drove them mad and blind
Spinning around their shine
Sink through sand
By every letter penned
Cant give what cant have
Again today
I ll drink from empty cup
And serve you food of clay
Devils clown
I ll turn this martyred blood
Into the wine of sound
But wheres the voice
Yeah wheres that distant song
That whispers through the air
When youre on your own
And wherere those lines
That dodged the greatest minds
And turned them mad and blind
Spinning around their shine
Wheres the voice
Yeah wheres that fadin song
That whispers through the air
And screams out of your bones
And wherere those lines
That tricked the greatest minds
And drove them mad and blind
Mocking all their sighs
Wheres the voice
Yeah wheres that ancient song
Thatll whisper through the air
When were long gone
Wherere those lines
That bleed through ears and eyes
And laugh at all the tries
Of both shammers and the wise.