I feel afraid and I call your name I love your voice and your dance insaneI hear your words and I know your pain

I feel afraid and I call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and I know your pain

Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over, the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is.

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight your on my mind, so you never know.

I'm concerned with the future. I'm concerned with my life, my present, my friends, people I love, people who love me. I have no intention of taking on a legacy that wasn't bestowed on me.

Words are really beautiful, but they're limited. Words are very male, very structured. But the voice is the netherworld, the darkness, where there's nothing to hang onto. The voice comes from a part of you that just knows and expresses and is.