The listening

Please excuse me
I´m not thinking clear
It must just be stress
But I likely shouldn´t be here
I´m such a mess

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I never really ever know what to say
When all of my emotions get in the way
I´m just trying to get us on the same page
I always get it better right afterward
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard
How come I can never get the right words
I need to convey
Wish I could explain

The things that I have to work out
I don´t feel right
What has come over me
I´m about to lose my mind

Chorus

Can I let the trees do the talking
Can I let the ground do the walking
Can I let the sky fill what´s missing, and Can I let my mouth do the listening
The listening

Chorus

What I need to say