I'm speechless That's my approach as you approach me And usually I'm too focused on finding the perfect words To penetrate the simple space I provide So when beautiful girls intentionally invade my atmosphere My need for speech is satisfied Your beauty speaks sufficiently for two So while I'm struggling for oxygen, I hope you recognize Your presence is all I've ever needed to breathe easily
I'm stuck Between unexpressed elegance And helplessness My mouth is screaming out But frozen completely shut I'm worried my compliments May be complications That my suggestions Might suppress my objective here
We typically rely on our words To settle the score As if you and I are in overtime Of a tie ballgame Looking for phrases to frame the scoreboard With an absolute victor But I was hoping that you'd be willing to join forces To break through the proverbial force field That prohibits rivals from overthrowing obstacles Because I've always believed the input overpowers the outcome
What if it were possible To eliminate our speech So our ears could erase the need to draw conclusions We don't etch our words in pencil Our words are enunciated in permanent marker Brutally beating through our eardrums Rhythmically reminding us That silence can be more sweet sounding than any set of syllables
All I know is I'm hell-bent on remaining a straight shooter My arrows will always be designed for the bulls-eye But lately I've been questioning my targets They haven't been painted red and white for all the world to see They've been camouflaged by constricted communication Secretly searching for statements that haven't met the airwaves yet So I'd much rather absorb your definite thoughts Than accept your remarks as absolute
The truth is I'm not sure What needs to be said. The syllables I've learned to form Don't apply to situations where Words remain inherently absent. And too often we force our hand To make phrases appear Where they don't belong.
But something about Silent speeches is appealing to me. Because the power in your eyes reduce The need for any type of sound. And the shock waves your steps make As you inch closer to mine Create the sweetest melodies. So all I will tell you is this: Let's leave words out of this.