Say what you really want to say And the truest of forms will show Finally you'll find your soul
They impose the endless fight To always be perfect. It seems they have been chosen To be above the rest. But the contradiction stands Between these perfect lives And the words that they've misread... There was no reading.
Say all the things that you really want to say The truest of forms will show, Finally you'll find your soul. Say all the things that you really want to say The truest of forms will show And finally you'll find your soul.
The landscapes of being Are endlessly competing, back and forth For an answer to existence That we can never find, In all of the places that we've searched out, In all of the pulses that we've taken... There was no reading.
Say all the things that you really want to say Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show And finally you'll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show And finally we'll find our souls.
Give us the answers And the ability to hear
The landscapes of being Are endlessly competing, back and forth For an answer to existence That we can understand.
Perhaps we're looking far too closely.
We can't see All the evidence in its entirety... The air in our lungs, The complexity of our love.
Say all the things that you really want to say Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show And finally you'll find your soul. Say all the things that you really want to say.
Say what you really want to say And the truest of forms will show, Finally you'll find your soul.
