Music, I don’t hear it
Like most of the world
Rhythm, I can’t feel it
Like I can touch words
But you, you hear it well
The sounds I cannot see
They live inside your head
Before you set them free
So let us walk this path
Where both of our arts meet
I will spill out my heart
To your new melody
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Music, I don’t hear it
Like most of the world
Rhythm, I can’t feel it
Like I can touch words
But you, you hear it well
The sounds I cannot see
They live inside your head
Before you set them free
So let us walk this path
Where both of our arts meet
I will spill out my heart
To your new melody
