Six Senses
(lyrics & music by Terry Platz ©2000)

Except for eyes the blind have sharper senses
The deaf have ways of hearing all our sentences
Sunset red across the sky, good weather
A full moon brings bad moods

A child cries, who knows the reason why
And laughs again before you see his eyes are dry
Sunset gray across the sky, bad weather
But my love, he brings good moods

You give me Six Senses
You are my next word
I know you better than you think I do
And that’s how I love you

Wave good-bye and feel all alone
I think of you a thousand times before you’re home
Sunrises without you no ambition
Until you’re in my arms again

You give me Six Senses
You are my next word
I know you better than you think I do
And that’s how I love you
I know you better than you think I do
And that’s how I love you