Apostrophe

TITLE: Apostrophe [Verse 1] It’s nice to smile again Seeing your face A stammered word or two But my meaning is placed A breath sharper than her wit My heart don’t quit Who’s to say what will come of it? To see something beyond the grey Back when I fell From that night, today I was a bit confused Somethin truly unruly Yet rather amused Somethin so simple Only beyond perception But only because it’s written all over your face [Pre-Chorus] I hear you in the quiet When my calm appears I feel you in every psalm That heals all my tears You are that quiet echo One that can barely be heard But if I could say plainly You’re held in my heart with me Just under the Word [Chorus] Written all over your face Written all over your phase Will you sing to me? Will you tell the truth? I’m not alone I’m not aloof Written all over your face Written all over your phase [Verse 2] And yeah I might have said a word But idk what it means I’m just trusting the process My grace, full of esteem I know I’m not alone Even when I think I am Why can everyone hear you better? Am I really as deaf as they say I am? You were there in the collapse When I didn’t want to continue But you shook me awake And had me burn like flesh to sinew A sweetheart’s voice Could make a grown man crumble At the weight of her choice I still feel that humble [Pre-Chorus] What do you say, my dear? Will you walk with me? This trip of ours Tracing the stars We’ll even pause the apostasy Like a clause Dotted Apostrophe [Chorus] Written all over your face Written all over your phase Will you sing to me? Will you tell the truth? I’m not alone I’m not aloof Written all over your face Written all over your phase [Bridge] If I lost my words again Would you stay right here? If my hands go searching Would you pull me near? I’ve been slow to name it Slow to confess But every step keeps saying You’ve been my witness [Final Chorus] Written all over your face Written all over your phase Will you sing to me? Will you tell the truth? I’m not alone I’m not aloof Written all over your face Written all over your phase What do you say, my dear? Will you walk with me? This trip of ours Tracing the stars We’ll even pause the apostasy Like a clause. A sacred pause. Dotted… — …Apostrophe…’