Swifts and Sparrows - Typewriter Heart

In my head is a quill, ink and paper
That carefully scripts out
Everything I hear and see and say

Occasionally your voice fall out
And every key hits heavily
And fills the page in my typewriter heart


Now I`m intercepting messages
In the static of my radio
And it sound`s no more than whispers
So I stay quiet I intercept

Through misty eyes your beauty becomes clearer
When threads of light stream elegantly
Through the broken window to my soul

Occasionally your voice sign out
And every note stirs emotion
Into a crescendo inside my heart
It gives me chills

Now I`m intercepting messages
In the static of my radio
And it sound`s no more than whispers
So I stay quiet I intercept
Intercept

You fill each page till ink runs dry
And tears fill up and stream from my eyes
You tell me things of love and trust
As slowly I begin to rust
A whisper sails to no end
An honest plea upon a friend
Replace the ribbon so I can start
The pounding in my typewriter heart
My typewriter heart
My typewriter heart
My typewriter heart