Echoes Of Songs (For Trish Keenan)

Sometimes I think that I've stolen every song
But this is our language, I keep it to this form
In every painting a holograph unfolds
Out here all beauty just waiting to be known

Maybe what I feel, what I believe in
Maybe it is echoes of songs
Maybe when I give I am receiving
Maybe we are echoes of songs

And I think that if we are
Then you are with me
Hidden like a spark in this world
A whisper in the wall

Sometimes I think that we're closer than we thought
The pulsing structure enhances our glow

Maybe what I feel, what I believe in
Maybe it is echoes of songs
Maybe when I give I am receiving
Maybe we are echoes of songs

And I think that if we are
Then you are with me
Hidden like a spark in this world
A whisper in the wall

A whisper in the wall
A whisper in the wall
A whisper in the wall

Every time I hear you
I feel that we are echoes
Of something

Every time I hear you
I feel that we are echoes
Of something

Every time I hear you
The world is yours