Words Not Spoken - Malcolm Holcombe

the sound was familiar recollectin' we met

a voice so sweet may i never forget

reckon a companion for a night or two

for a runaway drunkard too many too few

satisfaction comes and it goes in a whisper

restin' deep in the winter listenin'

my cousin knows words not spoken

stick down in your throat and wont go away

my cousin knows childhood sufferin'

when innocence dies in front of you

ten years snapped by broken hearts are scattered

to the four blowin' winds in a mind dont matter

if i hear i forget if i do please remember

your voice so sweet in the moment we met

if i hear i forget if i do please remember

your voice so sweet in the moment we met

c.

2013 gypsy eyes music bmi

malcolm holcombe