All my scrabble for meaning
Has fallen by the way
If it wasn't for my dreaming
I think perhaps I'd stay
I found the silence singing
I filled her heart with mine
If it wasn't for the silence
Perhaps I would not cry

All my scrabble for meaning
Has fallen by the way
It's the lines that I cannot control
And rhymes words can't contain
If it wasn't for my dreaming
I think perhaps I'd stay
I'm selfless with your truth
And desperate to convey
That words have ceased to hold
The weight we've asked them to

The storm inside your gesture
The flood beside your breath
Where I have ceased to comprehend
Begins the holy rest
And love is not emotion
But the heart between two breasts
And the spell that words would try and weave
Is inadequate at best
Where the journey asks of me define
And with your words arrest
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy unexpressed

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy unexpressed
Where the demon's fangs are question marks
And his mane conceals the depths
The prison of words cannot contain
Though poets do their best
The prison of words cannot contain
Though poets do their best

[Our love is bruised and broken
We took to it with knives
But the prison of words is paling
With every sweep of its lights
And thus I projected everything
Gave ego to a cup
The prison of words cannot contain
Beyond language it is us

Holy, holy, holy, holy, wholly unexpressed
Where the demon's fangs are question marks
And his mane conceals the depths
The prison of words cannot contain
Though poets do their best
The prison of words cannot contain
Though poets do their best