Are these your arms across your chest?   Is that your face turned from me?   Are these your legs drawn between us?   Is this you?   No wonder      Is this my voice, pleading, broken, bitter?   Is this my mouth filled with sand?   Are these my hands inert and heavy?   Is this me?   No wonder      I have never been here before   I had no idea   The chill you seem to know your way around      With a white-knuckle grip on the center of your soul   I have the same grip on your heart   Sometimes when the words fail   And the silence bleeds into the snow   I wonder   I wonder which of us will be the first to let go   Which of us will be the first to let go      And I say listen to the rain   listen to the fall   listen to the voice   listen to the trees   listen to the call   listen to the sun   listen to the wind   listen to the way   listen to the dream   The shout's begun to whisper   Listen to me, listen to me, listen to your heart   The truth is speaking softly there   And I am almost beyond caring   And I can only breathe   And I can only watch you be yourself   And you can only do the same      No wonder...   No wonder...   No wonder.