I was chasing down the days of fear. Chasing down a dream before it disappeared. I was aching to be somewhere new. Your voice was all I heard. I was shaking from a storm in me. Haunted by the spectors that we had to see. Yeah I wanted to be the melody. Above the noise above the herd. I was young. Not dumb. Just wishing to be blinded. By you. Brand new. And we were pilgrims on our way. I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred. Heard a song that made some sense out of the world. Everything I ever lost now has been returned. In the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. We've got language so we can communicate. Religion so I can love and hate. Music so I can exaggerate my pain and give it a name. I was young. Not dumb. Just wishing to be blinded. By you. Brand new. And we were pilgrims on our way. I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred. Heard a song that made some sense out of the world. Everything I ever lost now has been returned. In the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. We can hear you. We can hear you. We can hear you. I woke up at the moment when the miracle ocurred. I get so many things I don't deserve. All the stolen voices will someday be returned. The most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. Your voices will be heard. Your voices will be heard