If I Were To Write This Song

Ring the bells

Let it in

Say softly begin

If it feels like the first time, don't let it in

Cause it wanders by

Like something that could have been

If I were to write this song

I could penetrate your ears

Would it calm your trembling soul?

Would it ease your every fear?

Can we go back to

The place where we all used to see through

Every thing blinding us?

Now you don't understand anything anymore

You shiver at the signs

You're afraid to show that

You're always so willing to know

Could the song solve all our problems?

Could it have the strength to heal?

Would it cripple and destroy

And leave nothing unrevealed?

And might it uproot every lie

And force us all to cower

Beneath this tremendous weight

In the wake of all its power

Can we go back to

The place where we all used to see through

Every thing blinding us?

Now you don't understand anything anymore

You shiver at the signs

You're afraid to show that

You're always so willing to know

Oh, did you know, did you know

Did you know better?

Don't you know, don't you know

Don't you know better?

Don't you know, don't you know

Don't you know better?

Don't you know that

You shiver at the signs

You're afraid to show that

You're always so willing to know

If I were to write the song

That could somehow change the world

Would it be a calm surrender

like a fight to the death?

Would it give something to live for?

Would it give our final breath?

Would it be a lulling opera, sweet as a child's kiss?

Would it sound like all the others?

Would it sound something like this?

I feel the pastures growing green

I feel the waves

They come, they come all over me

I feel the pastures growing green

I feel the waves

They're coming over me

And everything's all right

And everything's all right

I hear the others wondering where I've been

I hear my mother

She's worried sick

And I hear the others wondering where I've been

I hear my mother

She's worried sick

And then she weathers me and holds me to my own

She mothers me and keeps me hanging on

But I'll get through this

Will you?

But I'll get through this

Will you?

But I'll get through this

Will you?

I'll get through this

In the Southern, the air will keep you warm

In the Western, the air is as dry as a bone

In the Southern, the air will keep you warm

In the Western, the air is as dry as a bone

And I've been wondering about that change

And I, I, and I've been wondering about that change

But I'll get through this

Will you?

But I'll get through this

Will you?

But I'll get through this

Will you?

And I'll get through this