There's a song inside of me, And it murmers restlessly, Beneath the sounds of the world around me. Always present in my mind, It sings to me all the time, A mournful song with no melody. Should I sing it out? Would it free me? This song is hard to understand, It can be loud as a brass band, Or quiet as one grain of sand. It gets jealous when I hear, The sounds outside my ears, It wants to sing out clear. Should I sing it out? Would it free me?