מילים לשיר Them That Are Writing These Songs – נועה בביוף

Them that are writing these songs, Keeping far distance at home Keeping the words that I wanted to say Turned to a secret today, Soon I'll be on my way She who had wrote what I feel Keeping my thoughts there to steal And into her music she weaves in sorrow and pain And in golden letters my name, And in smaller letters my shame Words craft, children's stories, and time Kept in arrangements and rhymes And inside the music I had no one to blame Nor voice or spirit to claim No points of courage to gain Them that are writing theses songs Keep out the flesh, leave the bones Keeping the words that I wanted to say Kept as a secret they'll stay Out of reach distance a way.