Is there nothing new underneath the sun?
Some unfound way to tell of all Youve done.
I sit around and around in circles
All that I find is one thing true:
Im trying to resist saying things Youve heard
Im trying to invent a new way with words
All that I find in my frustration is that
it does not change the way I feel cuz
There are no words that I could say
There is no music I could play
There is no song I could sing
To tell of all the love You bring
Are all my sleepless nights just a waste of time?
Will my words mean anything if I cant make them rhyme?
Youre waiting for me to break the silence
Youre listening even though You already know thatthere
There is nothing new underneath the sun
And Im lost for words anyway
Youre a symphony washing over mewashing over me
