As I lay beneath this broken dead tree
She reminds me through song
Nothing pure to celebrate, broken pedals fill my head
Like a dead symphony
They pile on and pile on with nothing but the beat
Of her heart in my head
I should be fine with the sun so bright
Looks so perfect from below
But it's cold and I'm told
That I'm no good without my muse
It's the sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
It's the sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
I bury myself in hopes that what's left survives
But nothing survives these great divides
I should be fine with the sun so bright
It looks so perfect from below
But it's cold and I'm told
That I'm no good without my muse
It's the sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
It's the sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
Nothing matters if there is no guided hum
Nothing matters if there is no whisper
And God I try and I try so hard to hear
The echo of a song I heard so long ago
It's the sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
It's the sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
It's the sound, the sound
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise
The sound, the sound
That cleared my head, that cleared my head
It was such a sweet noise