Is there nothing new underneath the sun? Some unfound way to tell of all You've done I sit around and round in circles All that I find is one thing true
I'm trying to resist saying things You've heard I'm trying to invent a new way with words All that I find in my frustration Is that it does not change the way I feel 'cos
Chorus: There are no words that I could say There is no music I could play There is no song I could sing To tell of all the love You bring
Are all my sleepless nights just a waste of time? Will my words mean anything if I can't make them rhyme? You're waiting for me to break the silence You're listening even though you already know that there...
There's nothing new Underneath the sun And I'm lost for words anyway You're a symphony Washing over me Washing over me I'm lost for words