Album: That Kind of Love
I stutter when I try to speak the language of life,
I want to shout out loud, but I just cry inside,
Sometimes it feels so holy; sometimes so absurd,
So who am I to try and put that into words?
I am nothing, but the angels sometimes whisper in my ear,
Yeah, they tell me things and then they disappear,
Though I am nothing, I sometimes like to make believe I hear.
I stumble when I try to walk the straight and narrow,
I've heard it said, God's eye is on the lowly sparrow,
Who, in spite of everything, will sing for all he's worth,
You know, sometimes I feel exactly like that bird.
I am nothing, but the angels sometimes whisper in my ear,
Yeah, they tell me things and then they disappear,
Though I am nothing, I sometimes like to make believe I hear.
Yeah.
Oh,
Oh.
I am nothing,
I am nothing,
I am nothing.
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