Volume Trevor Hall

Rain comes down but he holds the mountain
Yeah, blue like sky, can you tell me why?
Yeah, he sports him this way, a child at play
Open up my lips but what's there to say?

Come play, come play
As the river runs down, as the river runs through
As it runs through the field with all his companions
This is the scene of the most enchanted

I am a drunken fool
Drunk off the love that holds up the moon
Drunk off the love that binds me and you to the most high

Just close your eyes and hold me
No harm will befall you, volume
And that's what is spoken to me
When I turn down the volume, volume
Volume, volume, volume

Time has come to speak of this love
Spread your wings of your song and soul
To maintain internal heights above
Close your eyes and feel it unfold
Rush like a river from the highest mountain
Drink from the fountain and stop your counting