[Verse] Three little words they cut like a knife They spark a fire or dim the light They hang in the air heavy as night [Prechorus] We whisper them soft or shout them loud But fear their echo in the crowd [Chorus] Three little words what a fuss they cause Said too soon or not at all They can lift us up or let us fall Three little words They hold us all [Verse 2] Tiptoe around them scared to breathe We hold them tight but they slip through leaves They’re swords and shields both love and grief [Bridge] In the wrong hands they twist and turn In the right ones they soothe and burn A paradox we’ll never learn [Chorus] Three little words what a fuss they cause Said too soon or not at all They can lift us up or let us fall Three little words They hold us all
