The Secret Life of Letters

What is the full speed of language When there is nothing to say What's in the air There must be something there But it's not in service today Sometimes the neighbors complain The phone speaks another's full name It's the secret life of letters The secret life of words Where do they hide unspoken I haven't heard How many days in a sentence I feel like passing this phrase These aren't my friends Maybe they'll be again Arranging themselves in their ways I've got to pick up the paper She says I'm glad it's not raining It's the secret life of letters The secret life of words Where do they hide unspoken I haven't heard I haven't heard I haven't heard