Psyche

What Sorrow Cannot Say

Psyche


Glass piano play slow jazz 
To the magic of her youth 
The songs she heard on the radio 
When she was looking for the truth 

A smoky cafe, and the dream began 
The music would swing and sway 
A dance in motion would catch in her eye 
What sorrow could not say 

Well I can't tell you, it would make a difference 
I can't say, I know how to explain 
When the sun comes through in the morning 
It'll dry your tears away 

I can understand your sense of desperation 
I can understand why you hold it inside 
The rain will come down to wash away on the street 
What sorrow cannot say

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