One True Word

how bright they shine, those perfect, mirror smiles i see
whose chattering rivers are turned
on weary ears, on drowning minds that yearn to breathe
that listen for one true word

what childish dream, what wide-eyed faith can hold us here
where only such noise is heard
where lies abound and where silence is rare
and rarer is one true word?

and just to sing a love song, a gentle tune
seems in this poor world absurd
but in my slum-shack heart i cherish the room
that's waiting for one true word

and just to sing a love song, a gentle tune
seems in this poor world absurd
but in our slum-shack hearts we cherish the room
that's waiting for one true word