Is there nothing new underneath the sun?

Some unfound way to tell of all Youve done.

I sit around and around in circles

All that I find is one thing true:



Im trying to resist saying things Youve heard

Im trying to invent a new way with words

All that I find in my frustration is that

it does not change the way I feel cuz



There are no words that I could say

There is no music I could play

There is no song I could sing

To tell of all the love You bring



Are all my sleepless nights just a waste of time?

Will my words mean anything if I cant make them rhyme?

Youre waiting for me to break the silence

Youre listening even though You already know thatthere



There is nothing new underneath the sun

And Im lost for words anyway

Youre a symphony washing over mewashing over me



Im lost for words