20 Years In The Making

If only my hear spoke, the things it would tell me To hold onto meaning, keep on dreaming
If only my heart spoke, the things it would tell me To hold onto meaning, keep on dreaming
Everything tumbles oh so quickly to the ground
as I sit here wishing, waiting and anticipating
I don’t know what calculations I have made
but I know I, know I, must have something right
If only my heart spoke, the things it would tell me To hold onto meaning, keep on dreaming
If only my heart spoke, the things it would tell me To hold onto meaing, keep on dreaming
Thinking myself even deeper every day
Comtemplating, formulating and even dedicating
meanings to feelings that I can’t play advocate
Still I know I, know I, must have something right
Butterflies deep between my heart and stomach
Tell me I’m alive
Those butterflies deep between my heart and stomach tell me I’m alive