All I ever mean to say,
is what there's no words to explain.
And all I ever mean to sing,
is what's burning inside of me.
And all I ever meant to do,
is be grateful, good, and true to you.
'Cause all there ever are to blame,
are victims themselves, just the same.
And all there ever are to praise,
are those favoured by light and grace.
So all pure eyes, give me your ears,
to hear my wailing, plain and clear.
I hope only that my lonely song,
Will echo somehow everyone's.
