You gave me a preview,
but I couldn't see you.
The night was as black as a bible.
I listened for your voice there,
and heard nothing but the noise of the night
which was as loud as a revival.
But I see you in the shadow of a mountain.
I hear you in the echo of a dream.
I find you in the faces,
touch you in the traces,
and sense you in the spaces between.
Through all this yellin
I don't hear nothing.
It makes me want to cover my ears.
But you got my attention
when you whispered your intentions.
It made me want to strain so I could hear.
But I see you in the shadow of a mountain.
I hear you in the echo of a dream.
I find you in the faces,
touch you in the traces,
and sense you in the spaces between.
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