The Listening - Lights

Please excuse me, I’m not thinking clear

It must just be stress, but I likely shouldn’t be here

I’m such a mess

I never really ever know what to say

When I let my emotions get in the way

I’m just trying to get us on the same page

I always get it better right afterwards

When all the wrong impressions are said and heard

How come I can never get to the right words?

I need to convey, wish I could explain

The things that I have to work out

I don’t feel right

What has come over me?

I’m about to lose my mind

I never really ever know what to say

When I let my emotions get in the way

I’m just trying to get us on the same page

I always get it better right afterwards

When all the wrong impressions are said and heard

How come I can never get to the right words?

I need to convey, wish I could explain

Can I let the trees do the talking?

Can I let the ground do the walking?

Can I let the sky fill what’s missing in?

Can I let my mouth do the listening?

The listening

I never really ever know what to say

When I let my emotions get in the way

I’m just trying to get us on the same page

I always get it better right afterwards

When all the wrong impressions are said and heard

How come I can never get to the right words?

I need to convey, wish I could explain

What I need to say