Tell me how to save face
Without drowning in humility
Not looking for a sympathetic embrace
Or someplace where we all agree
Prevailing habits spawned from all the ways
In which I choose to turn my back to grief
Diminished by the trivial turn of phrase
And that's way it's supposed to be
There's nothing like the sound of your voice
Drowning out my every thought
Back working from the ground up
To appreciate all I got
Show me where there's room to breathe
Without neglecting a single care
Not looking for some arbitrary lame decree
I got my problems that I'll be solving
Prevailing habits spawned from all the ways
In which I level to avert despair
Diminished by the trivial turn of phrase
That there must be something in the air
There's nothing like the sound of your voice
Drowning out my every thought
Back working from the ground up
To appreciate all I got
There's nothing like the sound of your voice
Bowels of a thunderstorm
As it's crashing down around us
It's the loudest of the metaphors