The world hit mute I can't hear a thing
Just the echo of thoughts where your name rings
I reach for your face but it slips through the haze
Like a dream that fades in the morning's blaze
I need to hear you need to feel you
Your voice is the cure for all that’s untrue
It smooths the creases it paints the skies
It turns my gray into butterflies
I need to hear you need to feel you
The clock ticks slow each second drags
The weight of the silence my heartbags
Your laugh’s a lighthouse in my stormy sea
A melody calling me to be free
Every note every tone
It’s the thread that leads me home
I need to hear you need to feel you
Your voice is the cure for all that’s untrue
It smooths the creases it paints the skies
It turns my gray into butterflies
I need to hear you need to feel you
Your words are colors my eyes can’t see
A secret chord unlocking me
I’m lost in this world of quiet and space
But your sound it’s my saving grace