Speak up, my dear
I can't hear your lovely voice
For the church-bell tolls
When you whispered in my ear
It could lull me fast asleep
But words do disappear

I think it's time to understand
We're just tiny grains of sand
Falling from God's hand

At times I fumble around in fear
'Cause the smoke here doesn't clear
And I can't feel you near
And I know, I know, I know
There are certain ways to go
And different faces to show

Words won't set your heart in motion, just leave it dead and cold
Because the flesh is weak but the spirit's weaker so we're only flesh to hold
Pain will find its way to your soul like a maggot through the peel
It's like a straight-shot arrow that cuts to the marrow and makes too numb to feel

The day I dropped my eyes was the day you took my hand
And the mournful tears I cried turned to mud when merged with sand

Words won't set your heart in motion, just leave it dead and cold
Because the flesh is weak but the spirit's weaker so we're only flesh to hold
Pain will find its way to your soul like a maggot through the peel
It's like a straight-shot arrow that cuts to the marrow and makes too numb to feel
Way too numb