Forest Sun - What The Poets Know Lyrics

Where would the poets be without the moon and the stars?
No bright night jewels to compare the lover's eyes to
No twinkling company to light their dark hours
No early morning crescent to mark their dreams and moods

And if the sun always shone?
No melancholy gray
To condense their thoughts like fog
Or hot breath on a window pane

Where would the poets be without the rain?
Where would the poets be without the rain?
To wet their skin. Let them begin
To sprout their seed, make them believe

'Cause words pile up and hang around
Linger near the feelings where they fell
Waiting for someone to write them down
Waiting for someone with a story to tell

But there's no melody without silence
There's no rhythm without the spaces in between
What some may say is beautiful
Others think is obscene

The poets know what I mean
I know the poets know what I mean