What is it in the traces of our thoughts That sings a song to us? Something that we embrace is never caught That sings a song to us Something that we embrace is not held
And yet it sings its song to us Song to us Is it there In the notes Those up front and those Hiding there in the back? Is it there In the words The meanings often just Holding doors Just a crack? Ooooh, it sings a song to us now (every day, every minute, every hour) Sings a song to us now (every day, every minute, every hour) Ooooh, it sings a song to us now (every day, every minute, every hour) Sings a song to us now