Toad the Wet Sprocket....nothing's so loud....

as hearing when we lie, the truth is not kind and you've said neither am I, but the air outside so soft is saying everything, everything, all I want is to feel this way, to be this close, to feel the same, all I want is to feel this way, the evening speaks, I feel it say...nothing's so cold, as closing the heart when all we need, is to free the soul, but we wouldn't be that brave I know and the air outside so soft, confessing everything, everything and it won't matter now, whatever happens to me? though the air speaks of all we'll never be it won't trouble me and it feels so close, let it take me in, let it hold me so, I can feel it say...