I always pick up paper if I see it on the floor
Curious the thoughts of the person before
Possibilities make it blank or an old receipt
But something in me hopes it's someone's secret to keep
Or the caring words of a lover to his lovebird
Maybe the thoughts of a wandering mind not heard
It could be the lyrics to a strangers favorite song
Maybe it's a letter that was lost for oh, so long
Words are what's inside us, it is our heart untold
So maybe I'm a seeker of a stranger's soul
Or maybe it's no stranger, but someone met before
Maybe it is your soul that I am looking for.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
I always pick up paper if I see it on the floor
Curious the thoughts of the person before
Possibilities make it blank or an old receipt
But something in me hopes it's someone's secret to keep
Or the caring words of a lover to his lovebird
Maybe the thoughts of a wandering mind not heard
It could be the lyrics to a strangers favorite song
Maybe it's a letter that was lost for oh, so long
Words are what's inside us, it is our heart untold
So maybe I'm a seeker of a stranger's soul
Or maybe it's no stranger, but someone met before
Maybe it is your soul that I am looking for.
