I take the chance
I catch your sudden eyes
One glance
I realize I have no words
But if you'd listen to me
If you'd listen
You would hear me
Fencing with the windmills
Of my deepest fears
Jousting with this armor
That I've riveted on
And if I'd listen to you
If I'd listen to you
If I'd listen
I'd be a bit softer than stone

I never mean to mention things like that
But I always do
It's not like me to tip my hand
But I always do
I never mean to face this looking-glass
But I always do
When I face you - I always do

I hit the floor
Suggest we move our feet
Good mood is painted
On our fleeting best
But if you'd listen to me
If you'd listen to me
If you'd listen
You might hear me
Blowing on a flute
Carved of hollow bone
Some somber tune that
Seems to suit my taste
And if I'd listen to you
If I'd listen to you
If I'd listen
I'd have a fewer lines on my face

I never mean to mention things like that
But I always do
It's not like me to tip my hand
But I always do
I never mean to face this looking-glass
But I always do
When I face you - I always do

But I always do
I always do
I always do
When I face you

Back to The Mark Heard Lyric Project
Recorded by Phil Keaggy and Sunday's Child.