Basket of Biscuits

This was a secret song before I came along.
Waiting to be written down,
Waiting for a voice to give it sound,
Waiting to be passed around
like a basket of biscuits around a table of friends…
This was a secret song before you came along.
Waiting for an ear to greet it,
Waiting for a long day to need it,
Waiting for some souls to eat it
like a basket of biscuits around a table of friends…
And it’s the only reason for a song to fall down to the earth.
And it’s the only reason for a song to be given a birth
it’s to be passed around…
There was a secret song before the artist came along.
waiting for him to wonder, like lightning waits for thunder,
Waiting for the hunger of emptiness,
Waiting for the emptiness of hunger.
Here is my body
And here is my breath
Take this beating in my chest
And take, take the rest!
And it’s the only reason for a song to pop out of the ground.
And it’s the only reason for a song to be given sound.
it’s to be passed around…
This was a secret song before I came along.
Waiting to be written down,
Waiting for a voice to give it sound,
Waiting to be passed around
like a basket of biscuits around a table of friends…
like a basket of biscuits around a table of friends…