There’s a sound of a million voicesright beside a window viewAnd the pulse of the static drummingslips down past, unawareBut she remembers the moon tonightWhen everything turns around all rightThere was something she wanted to sayIn the trails of the lampblack burningis just smoke that stains the wallsAnd she recalls the breaking of patternsAnd the spells that once were real and held so trueEverything comes around at once againThere’s something she wanted to sayI would hold our sacred moments dear to my heartclose to meI would keep you in my morning if I’m lost and fail to seeIf we fall where words are strandedI would reach for only youAnd shout across the fear we’re holdingto pull you back to me againHear me callHey Love, let the summer invade youand open every doorway to your heartHey Love, let every season embrace youJust look around and see everything is blended as oneYou speak to me across our living timewhere words hang on and onThey hold me still, in the moonlit chargeYou hold me stillUnspoken words, too late to be heardOut of touch and blurred, out of time and placeTime has no name and regret has no meaningWe’ve said what we should haveWe’ve seen what we could have but we’ve heard so lateToo late