if I could tell you my secret it wouldn't be a secret anymore.
If what I want is wanting then wanting is what we'll have.
the cynical optimist binding the truth beneath the way I feel.
The beauty behind my closed eyes opens into this
the stillness inside the song
dancing to hoofbeats of silences passage
passing through ever ready time.
Ride with me here
Past the edge of tears already fallen
answer the sweet sweet call of my empty heart, (still so tender)
broken open to let more of you in.