Speak up, my dear I can't hear your lovely voice For the church-bell tolls When you whispered in my ear It could lull me fast asleep But words do disappear I think it's time to understand We're just tiny grains of sand Falling from God's hand At times I fumble around in fear 'Cause the smoke here doesn't clear And I can't feel you near And I know, I know, I know There are certain ways to go And different faces to show Words won't set your heart in motion, just leave it dead and cold Because the flesh is weak but the spirit's weaker so we're only flesh to hold Pain will find its way to your soul like a maggot through the peel It’s like a straight-shot arrow that cuts to the marrow and makes too numb to feel The day I dropped my eyes was the day you took my hand And the mournful tears I cried turned to mud when merged with sand Way too numb