There must be a somewhere they all lay at rest
They slip from tips of timid tongues to a somewhere out there
They left nothing behind but a gentle weight on a quiet mans chest

The power at the dam of the rushing river’s crest
Fuels a million sleepless nights, and has a million more to spare
There must be a somewhere, they all lay at rest

Perhaps if we search to the deepest of all depths
We may see the words no one could share
They left nothing behind but a gentle weight on a quiet mans chest

It’s a pensive moment so swallow our breaths
Breathe in our heart, and never say the things we always knew we wouldn’t dare
There must be a somewhere they all lay at rest

And all those word though I wish them the best,
Do hurt as do they hurt when I’m aware
They left nothing behind but a gentle weight on a quiet man’s chest.