When I talk to you, I hear echoes from the heart.
Dazed and confused, they leave me apart
I try to listen, I try to hear
But I can never understand
Why they are here.

I hear the echoes, very carefully I heed
I try to fall towards where they lead.
My heart starts beating
My hands shaking
My forehead heating

I understand now what I must do
But my heart asks me, "Son, who?"
I don't know, but in the end
Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
Someone will recieve the love I send.