What's that sound?

When innocence breathes, it breathes loud.

I know you don't know me...
and that's okay.

No one knows me anyway.

But I've got this story,

and it's so fake...but so beautiful...it goes:

Worlds apart, like birds in the dark

who really need each other, need each other

to fly home, where it's warm when it's cold

and the Sun, it shines upon you.

Wing by wing they flail away

through the undertow, cold and grey.
The sting of the ice just melts away

but the words fail to make sense of....

Ah...it's like God
,
Ah...it's in everything,

and in our heart, when we look, it's never what it seems,

but it's soft and it's pure and it's clean.

You'll know soon why words are not enough...

beautiful...it's beautiful.

Then there's that sound.

When innocence speaks, it speaks loud.

I know you don't know me,

and that's okay.

No one knows me anyway.

But I've got this story,

and it's not fake...
it's beautiful....it goes:

Worlds apart, we dwell in the dark

and we reach for each other, into each other

on our home. Where we're safe and alone...

and the Sun, it shines upon you.

Hand in hand, we flail away

against the futile void of space.

The sting of the sight only masks the pain

that our words and our ways still mean nothing.

Ah...then there's God.

Ah...then there's everything,

but our hopes and our dreams,

they never meant a thing and they're

wild and they're raw and unclean.

Innocence is powerful.

When ignorance is bliss.

Innocence it breathes...innocence, it breathes so loud. It speaks volumes.