Lyrics for
"On Formally Undecidable Propositions..."
by Brian Brock
I've been swimming swimming
I've been swimming long way
Through the ocean
I've been swimming swimming
Now I'm very tired and I'm very wet
Long way swimming but not home yet
I tried to visit and you were not at home
I spent some time on your island alone
It's just like mine, small and far away
You stay over there
And I'll stay over here
Growing potatoes on a desert homestead
A dog the stars and a little garden
Each night they fade in
Just waiting
til they come for me
Mozambique,
with its aqua blue skies,
as you describe it,
in love
and dancing cheek to cheek for a week,
certainly sounds nice.
I do enjoy a romantic and pleasantly social getaway.
But,
I must admit that from your description,
I would not know it from Madagascar.
Is there something in particular about Mozambique which you like?
The thing is,
we can go anywhere together,
anywhere you like.
I like to go to Death and Goblin Valleys,
which seem to hold my heart's mystery.
Someday you'll go there with me,
but as long as we're together,
we'll be fine.
Let's just meet up at a coffee shop and then step outside the door together.
when you hear a voice inside your head
and you already know what it said
when the voice is true
it's you
you can find a way
one step back home
you can find a way
you already know where to go
when you hear a voice inside your heart
and you don't even have to start
when you let it through
it's you
(chorus)
crackling leaves burning away
making the evening turn into day
pick up the pieces and throw them away
you already know where you're going
you're going back home
when you hear a voice inside your soul
you can feel it making you whole
when you let that word
be heard
(chorus)
when you hear a voice inside your head
and you already know what it said
when the voice is true
it's you