I went through old letters that you wrote me
And followed your words to the bottom of the page
To find all the things that you tried to show me
Months ago at the bottom of the page

All the words that I once knew
Oh, I gave to you, yes I gave to you
And all of the words that I want to know
Have dried up in the back of my throat

I set sail across your words
Hoping never to find shore, never to find shore
And in the ocean of ink, I started to sink
Before your words filled my lungs with breath again

There in the light of the evening city sky
The yellows and pinks tell my heart to think
And my mind to feel this love that is real
And to let my lips say at last everything you mean

So I whisper slow, three words you already know
And the marching band falls in line
And the symphony leads your lips to mine!