The world is clearer
In the hearing
Of every word
Thought
Feeling
Memory
Idea
It would be remiss
To stop the flow
Of this
With a kiss
Torment
Count the stars of heaven
Our stories are more than the sand on the shore
The world is clearer
In the hearing
Of every word
Thought
Feeling
Memory
Idea
It would be remiss
To stop the flow
Of this
With a kiss
Count the stars of heaven 