Anchor & Braille Goes Without Saying
So much left to say
But I've got nothing
Here you lie and wait
As if it were sunday
Taking up your time
There'll be surrender
If by chance you'll let me in
Then I've got something
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes without saying
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes without saying
If flesh on my flesh, makes us a union
If bone on my bon, then call me, broken
Marvel at the words
Softly spoken
I rest there on your lips
Now I'm forgiven
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes without saying
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes without saying
And it goes without saying
And it feels
And it feels
And it feels
Feels like we're one and the same
One and the same
Feels like we're one and the same
