Sunday morning medley

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
There’s still a little bit of your words I long to hear
without you, the world around me changes
the trees are bare and everywhere the streets are strangers

I heard there was a secret code that David played
and he pleased the lord
but you don't really care
for music, do you?

you can fall for pretty strangers
and the promises they hold
still, your silence can be beautiful
but also very cold