Unexposed

30 years old

Someone standing beside me
Someone lookin’ round and round and round
Like a childless mother
An unknown brother
Unmoved, unheard, untouched, unspoken

Dreams that shattered
Dreams that don’t even matter left behind
Dreams just scatter
Dreams just get battered and left alone

All my experience
Unexposed
All this film inside me
Unexposed

Something turning inside me
Something movin’ round and round and round
Like a wheel off the ground
Like a silent sound
Unmoved, unheard, untouched, unspoken

All my experience
Unexposed
All this film inside me
Unexposed

Unmoved, unheard, untouched, unspoken
Unexposed

25 years ago, I took some songs into a studio in Provo and recorded an EP called Dreams. This one didn’t end up on the EP. I’m trying to say something. I think I was trying to echo the advice: Don’t die with the music in you.