And I hear your Voice I feel your gentle sound And I don't care about the meaning Your body speaks in love hideout When it's foggy outside He harmonize our words And so we modulate our feelings A shape of heed within impulsiveness Sometimes we do shine But it's harder than you think Neither as young offenders Nor as coming back How to convey now To get along is hard And if the medium is the message My thoughts are lost, they die with me