And a selfish boy looks through a prism
And I fear my heart may spin and fracture
And a selfish boy looks through a prism

When I loved her like I used to
All the words you say to me have music in them
So I must confess
And says what is but never asks what isn't
Maybe this is the love song that I refused to write her
Then cries for someone else and for some honest tenderness
And says what is but never asks what isn't

But a voice contains all that's true and false
It laughs and then it sings

And all the lies that we can tell to our foolish selves
All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism
But a voice contains many precious things
Like tears of stone falling from a statue