[Silence]
[Arrangement: Blues electric guitar, slide guitar, saxophone, piano, organ, percussion, drums, fat bass, male and female duet]
[Intro]
What lives…
(Beneath the noise)
Beyond the language
(Silent the voice)
[Verse 1]
We try to name it
(Every time)
Put it in a phrase
(A perfect rhyme)
But meaning slips
(Through the cracks)
When words alone
(Don’t bring it back)
So we reach out
(Without a sound)
To something deeper
(All around)
[Pre-Chorus]
Not in saying
(But in feeling)
Not in spelling
(But in healing)
[Chorus]
If ever words are too much
(Leave it to the touch)
If you forget what is real
(Remember the real feel deal)
If silence takes away the crutch
(Then lean into the touch)
If logic fades and thoughts get rough
(Trust what you can touch)
[Bridge]
[Instrumental, Saxophone Solo]
[Refrain]
Too the touch
(Reach out)
Bump and such
(Feel what life’s about)
If you can’t find the words
(Play the chords)
If meaning blurs
(Feel what occurs)
[Verse 2]
Skin on skin
(A quiet truth)
Older than language
(Older than youth)
A handshake, a heartbeat
(A steady guide)
Something honest
(Can’t hide inside)
No translation needed
(No delay)
Just presence meeting
(Where we stay)
[Pre-Chorus]
Not in theory
(But in ground)
Not in silence
(But in sound)
[Chorus]
If ever words are too much
(Leave it to the touch)
If you forget what is real
(Remember the real feel deal)
If meaning slips out of your clutch
(Return to what you touch)
If everything becomes too much
(Just trust the touch)
[Bridge]
[Instrumental, Saxophone Solo]
We build our worlds
(Of air and thought)
But forget the lessons
(That bodies taught)
Before the writing
(Before the page)
There was knowing
(Without the cage)
[Instrumental]
[Acoustic Guitar Solo]
[Piano Motif]
[Soft Organ Pad]
[Final Chorus]
If ever words are too much
(Leave it to the touch)
If you forget what is real
(Remember the real feel deal)
If all the world becomes too much
(Then come back to the touch)
If everything slips out of clutch
(We return to the touch)
[Refrain]
Too the touch
(Reach out)
Bump and such
(Feel what life’s about)
[Outro]
No more speaking
(Just feel it)
No more hiding
(Just heal it)
Too the touch
(Reach out)
Too the touch
(What life’s about)
Too the touch
(Feel about)
Bump and such
(And, let out a shout!)
From the album “Unwritten“