Copyright, Publishing and Licensing:  Tracy Howe/The Restoration Project
1191 Forest Edge Rd, Woodland Park, CO 80863

Unspeakable Words

You are almost gone, just a tingle in my fingertips
A shadow quickly fading from my path
If my mind were not so strong I wouldn’t feel you in my blood
The effects of you are fading like a drug

I am alone because my heart is much too heavy
To drag around everywhere I go
But through it all I have a sense that someone’s singing
From a place higher than I have ever been

There is a song of unspeakable words
Sung in the doorway of Heaven
The choirs of pilgrims and the sound of tear drops drying
Are enough to sober my heart and mind

To try to hear the song I know is ever sung
Is to try and be near to you
After all the sleepless nights and the days I’ve spent dreaming
To listen is the best I can do

There is a song of unspeakable words
Sung in the doorway of Heaven
The choirs of pilgrims and the sound of tear drops drying
Are enough to sober my heart and mind

The truth has dawned to light their way
Singing songs they know are more than they themselves
Could ever be

Is strong enough to lift my soul
And strong enough to reach a girl
Who waits inside her dreams