What Sorrow Cannot Say - Psyche

Glass piano play slow jazz

To the magic of her youth

The songs she heard on the radio

When she was looking for the truth

A smoky cafe, and the dream began

The music would swing and sway

A dance in motion would catch in her eye

What sorrow could not say

Well I can’t tell you, it would make a difference

I can’t say I know how to explain

When the sun comes through in the morning

It’ll dry your tears away

I can understand your sense of desperation

I can understand why you hold it inside

The rain will come down to wash away on the street

What sorrow cannot say