When will it be The sudden rush of flowers The gentle drone of hours All around Why should it be This hiding in the shadowlight In morning lasting all night Without a sound Some hearts were born in light to lead the way Some hearts have things that they can never say But somehow this loneliness will fall away How can it be This aching never ending Leaves breaking, never bending To touch the ground Like you and me Falling through each other's memory Like twisting rain in bending trees Without a sound Some hearts were born in light to lead the way And some hearts have things that they will never say But one day this loneliness will fall away When will it be The gentle drone of flowers And the sudden rush of hours To the ground Eventually All this holding on to everything And the words to all the songs Will fall away