Is there nothing new underneath the sun
Some unfound way to tell of all You’ve done
I sit around and around in circles
All that I find is one thing true
I’m trying to resist saying things You’ve heard
I’m trying to invent a new way with words
All that I find in my frustration
Is that it does not change the way I feel ‘cause
There, are
~Chorus~
No w-ords that I could say
There is no music, I could play
There is no s-ong I could sing
To tell of all the, love You bring
Are my sleepless nights just a waste of time
Will my words mean anything if I can’t make them rhyme
You’re waiting for me to break the silence
You’re listening even though You already know that
There’s
~Chorus~
There is nothing new
Underneath the sun
And I’m lost for words anyw-ay
You’re a symphony
Washing over me
Washing over me, yeah yeah
