I gave you the evidence
every subtle proof
that I truly care a lot
I'm not aloof
What are you asking for
flesh or blood
Or time or obsession
or my face down in the mud
The still small voice
that says I got it all wrong
the silence within silence
says I only want your song
I only want your song
I only want your song
despite how everything appears
want you to sing it all night long
The way that it's all set up
proof just never exists
A fact that each one fights with
that everyone resists
There's no end of knowing
of wonder of belief
The day I ceased my fighting
good heavens the relief
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