Speak — текст песни (Nickel Creek)

(Sean Watkins)

Well, I sat down next to a photograph.
Tried my best, almost made her laugh.
She was my doll-faced crown.
There in the way was a mountain of inner clouds.

Well, I can`t sleep and I`m not in love.
Well, I can`t speak without messing up.
Eyes tell her what`s behind.
Hers showed the way to a long and a lonely climb.

At the failure of the sea,
She`ll see how far I`ve come.
And it`s you an` me in the silent sea.
I`ll offer my heart to yours.
Seems to me no mystery.
It isn`t so I`ll try hard to speak.

Well, I sat down next to a living hell.
Tried my best until I struck out.
The movement is not mine.
I stood in the way, pretending that I was a vine.

Got no feeling I perceived,
From a mouth that drinks it`s wine.
And it`s not me, not my sanctity,
These aren`t my words to you.
It`s all clear when it`s not in here.
So clear so I`ll try not to speak.