The notebook's aside Every sentence I write Is swiftly crossed out before long And every word that I say seems so foolish the next day So I keep my eager tongue on a leash For a fool has his way with his words all the time, Lest the wise man can utter a sound So I keep all my words locked away for the day And I sing them when no one's around Yeah I sing them when no one's around
In the music of the city See its ladies lookin' pretty, it can make you feel light on your feet Put those words to a song, and you still might get it wrong, It's always better if you taste the real thing For a fool has his way with his words all the time, Lest the wise man can utter a sound So I keep all my words locked away for the day And I sing them when no one's around Yeah I sing them when no one's around
[bad-ass Morning Cloud riff]
If I say Love, You might think of your heartache, Or the bliss that a lover can bring If I say God, You might think of a man sitting high in the clouds, Or a glory that the word fails to sound
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