Western Kinsmen of the Sun - Soft Words Lyrics

Save your breath
And save your words
For now is not the time for hurt
An ancient creature stirs beneath our feet

A girl so young her frowns are smiles
Sits and waits to reconcile
The greatest pain she ever made
Dangles by a thread

The rumble shakes my living stall
Tears the books all from the wall
And down the halls her little feet come running to me

Soft words fly far
No limit be it dusk or day
To what you make with what you say

A riddle I hold in my hand
All forged with ink that's running down
A tattoo that I made for you
A circle on my skin

She sits with me all nestled close
A bumble bee perched on a rose
Takes with it the thing it sows
That under sunlight lives and grows

Soft words fly far
No limit be it dusk or day
To what you make with what you say

In my reach
A patch of sky
Beneath my little girl does cry
And tears of hurt
Can turn to love
With a touch from up above

A rumble makes a kiss
A rumble makes a kiss
A rumble makes a kiss
A rumble makes a kiss