Speak up, my dear / I can't hear your lovely voice / For the church-bell tolls / When you whispered in my ear / It could lull me fast asleep / But words do disappear / I think it's time to understand / We're just tiny grains of sand / Falling from God's hand / At times I fumble around in fear / 'Cause the smoke here doesn't clear / And I can't feel you near / And I know, I know, I know / There are certain ways to go / And different faces to show / Words won't set your heart in motion, just leave it dead and cold / Because the flesh is weak but the spirit's weaker so we're only flesh to hold / Pain will find its way to your soul like a maggot through the peel / It’s like a straight-shot arrow that cuts to the marrow and makes too numb to feel / The day I dropped my eyes was the day you took my hand / And the mournful tears I cried turned to mud when merged with sand / Way too numb
