Step outside the scenenThey don't know you like I donThey don't know you like I donnNot all of life is cruelnNot all of life is so untruenNot all of life is so untruennI can hear the morning birdsnLight up on the branchesnAnd each in turnnThey sing of all God's praisesnYes, without wordsnWithout wordsnnDon't turn it all insidenI don't like to see you crynI don't like to see you crynnWhispered kisses in your earsnA touch so soft and warm as to fall disappears (?)nConfessions all of love for younYes, without wordsnnStare into the flamen'Till you see beyond the lightnAll the while truth was minenIt's with myself I fightnSin you've carried like a corpse nAcross your back these daysnLet if fall awaynLet if fall awaynnLet it fall awaynnI can hear the morning birdsnSo light up on the branchesnAnd each in turnnThey sing of all God's praisesnYes, without wordsnWithout wordsnnWithout words