one true word

how bright they shine, those perfect, mirror smiles i see

whose chattering rivers are turned

on weary ears, on drowning minds that yearn to breathe

that listen for one true word

what childish dream, what wide-eyed faith can hold us here

where only such noise is heard

where lies abound and where silence is rare

and rarer is one true word?

and just to sing a love song, a gentle tune

seems in this poor world absurd

but in my slum-shack heart i cherish the room

that's waiting for one true word

and just to sing a love song, a gentle tune

seems in this poor world absurd

but in our slum-shack hearts we cherish the room

that's waiting ... it’s waiting... that's waiting for one true word

written by tom yates 4 october 2003

tom yates - vocal, piano, cello