Sleeping At Last - Say - PTB табы

Say what you really want to say

And the truest of forms will show

Finally you'll find your soul


They impose the endless fight

To always be perfect.

It seems they have been chosen

To be above the rest.

But the contradiction stands

Between these perfect lives

And the words that they've misread...

There was no reading.


Say all the things that you really want to say

The truest of forms will show,

Finally you'll find your soul.

Say all the things that you really want to say

The truest of forms will show

And finally you'll find your soul.


The landscapes of being

Are endlessly competing, back and forth

For an answer to existence

That we can never find,

In all of the places that we've searched out,

In all of the pulses that we've taken...

There was no reading.


Say all the things that you really want to say

Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show

And finally you'll find your soul.


Say all the things that you really want to say

Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show

And finally we'll find our souls.


Give us the answers

And the ability to hear


The landscapes of being

Are endlessly competing, back and forth

For an answer to existence

That we can understand.


Perhaps we're looking far too closely.


We can't see

All the evidence in its entirety...

The air in our lungs,

The complexity of our love.


Say all the things that you really want to say

Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show

And finally you'll find your soul.

Say all the things that you really want to say.


Say what you really want to say

And the truest of forms will show,

Finally you'll find your soul.