Silver tongues are speaking long and hard into the night,
I must be myself and I'll do alright
Oh please my darling do not make me sad,
Late at night nobody really wants to feel that bad

The rain it beats impatiently upon the window pane,
I must close my ears or I'll go insane
Can't you be a gentle breeze or silent as a snowfall,
Won't you try and listen for the voice behind the wall

It cries to you

Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows,
And it's never ventured through the locks,
Where the brazen river flows
It's the fingerprint which is never made
It's the perfume of a rose

And it is there if you are searching,
But the moment must be right,
As the night is black, as the day is white
Please my friend help to make me glad,
Help me find the one and only thing I've never had

What is true?

Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows,
And it's never ventured through the locks,
Where the brazen river flows
It's the fingerprint which is never made
It's the perfume of a rose