If I Were to Write the Song.../Get Through This Lyrics
Ring the verse[?], let it in, say softly begin
If it feels like the first time, don't let it in
'Cause it wanders by
Like something that could have been
If I were to write this song
That could penetrate your ears
Would it calm your trembling soul?
Would it ease your every fear?
Can we go back to
The place where we all used to see through
Every thing blinding us?
Now you don't understand anything anymore
You shiver at the signs
You're afraid to show that
You're always so willing to know
Could the song solve all our problems?
Could it have the strength to heal?
Would it cripple and destroy
And leave nothing unrevealed?
And then might it uproot every lie
And force us all to cower
Beneath this tremendous weight
In the wake of all its power?
Can we go back to
The place where we all used to see through
Every thing blinding us?
Now you don't understand anything anymore
You shiver at the signs
You're afraid to show that
You're always so willing to know
Oh, did you know, did you know
Did you know better?
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know better?
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know better?
Don't you know that
You shiver at the signs?
You're afraid to show that
You're always so willing to know
If I were to write the song
That could somehow change the world
Would it be, I can't surrender
I can fight to the death?
Would it give something to live for?
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Would it give our final breath?
Would it be a lulling opera, sweet as a child's kiss?
Would it sound like all the others?
Would it sound something like this?
I feel the pastures growing greener
I feel the waves, they, they come all over me
I feel the pastures, growing greener
I feel the waves, they're coming over me
And everything's alright
And everything's alright
I hear the others wondering where I've been
I hear my mother, she's worried sick, and then
I hear the others, wondering where I've been
I hear my mother, she's worried sick, and then
She weathers me and holds me to my own
She weathers me and keeps me hanging on
But I'll get through this, will you?
But I'll get through this, will you?
But I'll get through this, will you?
I'll get through this...
In the southern, the air will keep you warm
In the western, the air is dry as a bone
In the southern, the air will keep you warm
In the western, the air is dry as a bone
And I've been wondering about that change
And I, I, and I've been wondering 'bout that change
But I'll get through this, will you?
But I'll get through this, will you?
But I'll get through this, will you?
And I'll get through this...
