All the words I’ve ever said are all the words I’ll ever say
they come from all the books I ever read, but, the order I’ll rearrange,
like the dictionary contains every thought ever made on each page
it’s simply when they’re said how they’re said that separates the fools from the sage.
And I believe that karma spins around
I believe that the words mean more when they’re sound.
Like taking an abstract painting and giving it meaning beyond the art
for its own sake we choose to make right from wrong from the heart
but only the fool tries to find reason there when love lights the way
and not even the sage can find the right words to say.
Words are seeds grown in the sun and grown in the rain
when set to music, when they’re sung, they’re flown off the page.