(w graber)   They borrow words for thoughts and steal what they feel from fools who choose to feel   For every black and white for every ash to ash shades of grey will clash      For every dream there's a fool to back it up where every word has been sized up   And maybe feels like everything   Every line that falls and every crack an empty fear keeps coming back   And maybe feels like everything      And every vacant hope a spring to this winter's night from hands of man of mine   The heart of hearts will fade I'm haunted here by this loss of what I dreamed it was      But for every dream there's a fool to back it up where every word has been sized up   And maybe feels like everything   Every line that falls and every crack an empty fear keeps coming back   And maybe feels like everything      And how's it supposed to be right now   My mind's betrayed my heart again   And how's it supposed to be right now   My mind's betrayed my heart again      Some are yours and some are lost   Ash to ash but lost is lost   Some of the words are known I guess   Hope for sign beyond what's clear   But every truth will disappear   Some of the words are yours alone   Some are yours and some are lost   Ash to ash but lost is lost   Some of the words are known I guess   Hope for sign beyond what's clear   But every truth will disappear   Some of the words are yours alone      And I tried to say that some of what this is. . . isn't everything