Step outside the sceneThey don’t know you like I doThey don’t know you like I doNot all of life is cruelNot all of life is so untrueNot all of life is so untrueI can hear the morning birdsLight up on the branchesAnd each in turnThey sing of all God’s praisesYes, without wordsWithout wordsDon’t turn it all insideI don’t like to see you cryI don’t like to see you cryWhispered kisses in your earsA touch so soft and warm as to fall all clearConfessions all of love for youYes, without wordsStare into the flame’Till you see beyond the lightAll the while truth was mineIt’s with myself I fightSin you’ve carried like a corpseAcross your back these daysLet it fall awayLet it fall awayLet it fall awayI can hear the morning birdsSo light up on the branchesAnd each in turnThey sing of all God’s praisesYes, without wordsWithout wordsWithout words