Echoes and Overtones

In the light of the morning When the snow is falling down If you listen, you can nearly hear a whisper This never really was a a battleground My mind is nothing if not worried Better lay low, the winds will blow I'm fighting against the storms of habit By flying on the wings I can't outgrow Sometimes you're going through the motions Sometimes it feels like screaming at a stone But inside every seashell is an ocean An echo and an overtone Spent your whole life flipping through the seasons Drawing shades over windows A hush comes rushing swiftly up the valley If you're careful it will get between your bones Sometimes you're going through the motions Sometimes it feels like screaming at a stone But inside every seashell is an ocean An echo and an overtone You've given all you've got to offer Sometimes it feels like taking orders through the phone But inside every castle lives a pauper An echo and an overtone An echo and an overtone An echo and an overtone An echo and an overtone