Sometimes imaginary voices speak the truth
But I just can’t speak
the way they do
I just can’t speak
the words they do
If only the words inside my head
would come out right
I bet if they would they could change the world
I’m sure if they would they could change the world
As long as the words
I speak are wrong
I beg you to listen to my song
That’s when my
voice becomes my own
This is my song, my song,
my song
I used to envy the way the
eloquent tell their tales
Hoping someday I would understand
The way to speak that won’t
make my words fail
Somebody told me it’s not
just in words we communicate
It’s more in our
gestures and in our eyes
And it’s in the way I sing my song to you
As long as the words
I speak are wrong
I beg you to listen to my song
That’s when my
voice becomes my own
This is my song, my song, my song
What we want to say
Is in our hearts
It’s in our minds, it’s in our souls
It’s in our statements
It’s in our lies
It’s in the way we roll our eyes
It’s not the words
that made you sad
It was the way I bowed my head
And though we speak
In different tongues
This is the way I sing my song
My song, my song