Lyrics

The sounds of love, the sounds of love
Floating in the air, its over here.
The sounds of love, the sounds of love
It's so subtle in the midst of hustle.
The sounds of love, the sounds of love.
Unconscious signs telling you they love you.

Forget the brisket and the biscuit.
It's really the sound the spoon makes when the spoon clank with the skillet.
Unconsciously, it tells me she loves me.
The metals makes/ powerful sounds/ for her hubby.
The key hugs me, when I hear the key turn the door knob
The metals tells me/ she's home from her day job.
The key tells me she got home safe from her long drive.
The sounds of love oh for instance.
Bedtime stories to the princess.
The way my voice travels is /what she listens..
Every page/ as it turns/ to her sounds like a wind of glory.
It's the comfort, hold me she doesn't care about the story.
Nighttime the sounds of love everywhere racing like Roary.


The sounds of love, the sounds of love
Floating in the air, its over here.
The sounds of love, the sounds of love
Carved in my ears.
It fills my years.


If my metal cock, know that, it's the sound of love, they can hold that.
But our number protector the most high above. God is your Dad.
I'm tune to the sounds of love, there's nothing you can tell me yo.
The sounds of the trumpets knocked down the walls of Jericho.

The sounds of love, the sounds of love
Floating in the air, its over here.
The sounds of love, the sounds of love
It's so subtle in the midst of hustle.
The sounds of love, the sounds of love.
Unconscious signs telling you they love you.
The sounds of love, the sounds of love
Carved in my ears.
It fills my years.












A sound of love, your speakers cant imitate.
Sounds of Halleluyah, make your joy levitate.
My wife hearts tells me to do whatever it takes.
These are the sounds make the world go round.
Astound sounds to drown any frowns around.
Listen now to the kids laughing, giggles cracking,
Run quick cause the phone's ringing, seatbelt clicking.
The bed squeking, the best weekend with
Gospel music on Sunday morning.
Tricycle wheels rolling on my hardwood flooring
Gift wrapper tearing before you see the present.
The sound of your presence, your breath, and your essence.
When I hold you close I listen to such blessings.
I know them I'm never guessing.
They so subtle but never lessen,

The sounds of love, the sounds of love
Floating in the air, its over here.