"Things Unspoken" lyrics
"Things Unspoken"
If ever the moon made an invite to my soul
And I answered, it would be tonight
Hanging from every single star between you and I
I could meet you and we'll be alright
If ever the moon made an invite to my soul
And I answered, it would be tonight
Hanging from every single star between you and I
I could reach you and we'll be right
Oh, my darling, my hands are cold
Be the fire that feeds us whole
Leave the window open and the wind will blow
Wild and free
If you believe in things unspoken
Like the hand that plays a thousand guitars
Bring these tears and the pain of all that is broken
Let me sigh, I
If ever the sun made an invite for my body
To disappear
Taking with me the pain of every man and every fear
Realize, release, stand still
And all the stars (All the stars)
They keep shining me downward with every prayer
And after all, they keep crawling for you
If you believe in the unspoken
Like the hand that plays a thousand guitars
Bring these tears and the pain of all that is broken
Let me sigh, I
If ever the moon made an invite to my soul
And I answered, it would be tonight
Thanks to serjlover3 for correcting these lyrics.
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"Covers, Collaborations & Collages" (2025)
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