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Hope |
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That's the thing with feathers |
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It perches in the soul |
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Like a rocket |
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And sings the tune without the words, and never stops |
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Never stops at all |
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Never stops at all |
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You couldn't save the world if you wanted to |
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You couldn't change the world or me if you needed to |
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You couldn't save the world if you wanted to |
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You couldn't change the world |
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If you don't mind me saying so |
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I've heard it in the chillest land |
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I've heard it on the strangest of seas |
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And yet not in extremity it asked a crumb |
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It asked a crumb of me |
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Asked a crumb of me |
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You couldn't save the world if you wanted to |
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You couldn't change the world or me if you needed to |
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You couldn't save the world if you wanted to |
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You couldn't change the world |
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If you don't mind be saying so |
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There is a little bit of light in these winter afternoons |
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And what opresses is a friend that only hums cathedral tunes |
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And we are heavenly hurt but we can't find a single scar |
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Now in the difference that is where I believe the meanings are |
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You couldn't save the world if you wanted to |
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You couldn't change the world or me if you needed to |
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You couldn't save the world if you wanted to |
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You couldn't change the world |
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If you don't mind be saying so |
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And sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm |
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That could abash the little bird, that kept so many people warm |
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You couldn't save the world |
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You couldn't save the world |
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You couldn't save the world |
