Somewhere in the forest
There's a voice that beckons my spirit
The birds of the air
Know not the beasts of the field
Somewhere in the valley
There's a voice that beckons my soul
Calls me down from the mountain
Everyone seems so innocent
And there it was
Perceived by grace
Brightest spectrum filled by love
I knew how to listen, listen, learn
Somewhere in the meadow
There's a voice that beckons my mind
My train of thought
Has never been so deceived
That even though
She knew the seasons
She knew not the days
Hours, minutes, seconds
And there it was
Perceived by grace
Brightest spectrum filled by love
I knew how to listen, listen, learn
Someday I'll get you to love me
Someday you'll see how much I need you
My heart my soul
Knows nothing of the future
And my shattered heart
The way you turn things around
You never pitied me before
Why should I believe you now
And there it was
Perceived by grace
Brightest spectrum filled by love
I knew how to listen, listen, learn
I know why the caged bird sings
I know why the tigers swim
I know why the babies cry
I know, I know, I learn
I know
Oh, I know
I know
Oh, I know
Oh, I know how it goes
Oh, I know how it goes
And there it was
Perceived by grace
Brightest spectrum filled by love
I knew how to listen, listen, learn
I knew how to listen..listen..learn
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