Sound of Her Voice Lyrics

As I lay beneath this broken dead tree, she reminds me through song
Nothing pure to celebrate, broken pedals fill my head, like a dead symphony
Pile on, pile on, but nothing but the beat of her heart, in my head
I should be fine, the sun's so bright, looks so perfect from below
But it's cold, and I'm told, that I'm no good without my muse (it's the)
Sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That could clear my head, why clear my head it was, such a sweet noise
The sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That could clear my head, why clear my head it was, such a sweet noise
I bury myself in hopes that what's left survives
But nothing, survives these great divides
I should be fine, the sun's so bright, looks so perfect from below
But it's cold, and I'm told, that I'm no good without my muse (it's the)
Sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That could clear my head, why clear my head it was, such a sweet noise
The sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That could clear my head, why clear my head it was, such a sweet noise
Nothing matters, it does no good at home
Nothing matters, if there is no whisper
And God I try, and I try, so hard to hear
The echo of the sun, that heart was on the go
Sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That could clear my head, why clear my head it was, such a sweet noise
The sound of her voice, the sound of her voice
That could clear my head, why clear my head it was, such a sweet noise
The sound, the sound, that cleared my head,
That cleared my head it was, such a sweet noise
The sound, the sound, that cleared my head,
That cleared my head it was, such a sweet noise