When did I my voice? did I make the choice to be living so in the quiet? Too much of restless But they say is everything. You and opened up the slience.
So I lie awake, writing trapped inside me, But now I know, you give to me, I'm living with the poet's heart,
Now all the lights turned on and I'm gonna stop As the words come out, because you lit the spark. You're a priceless, timeless, work of art. Though you are, I'm living the poet's heart.
Whisper to me You *fall* my ears straight to my pen, How did you see right like you're always new.
So I lie writing symphonies, you me now I know, what you sing to me, I'm living the poet's heart, heart.
Then all the turned on and I'm never gonna stop And as the words out, it's because you lit the spark. You're a priceless, timeless, precious of art. everywhere you are, I'm with the poet's heart
Oh, oh So lie awake, making history Yeah, you and me now we know, so you sing to me, our melody,
Now all the lights turned on and I'm never gonna As the come out, it's because you lit the spark. You're a priceless, timeless, precious of art. everywhere you are, I'm with the poet's heart, heart, heart, heart
Now my feet won't the ground, Yeah, we're flying homeward bound Take my hand, yeah, just that. We'll riding, riding look back, don't look back, no, no...