Far and gone, how could it ever change?
And the songs played on and on.
This is what they are for.
Get you through life's gold and down pour.
Upon a nice day
the songs are a blur.
But when you need them
right from your heart where
they were stored they'll
caress, caress, caress you so.
And a pleasant voice so human
and genuine
guides you, lulls you, holds you, saves you.
In your room
now pacing and dancing
exactly where you were once crying.
Oh the hope
Oh the sound
Oh the words
Oh the music
How could you ever repay or thank or say
how much the songs, songs from a soul,
renewed you so.
Oh it's all a mystery,
but not the source, no.
The songs were your friends
when you didn't know where to go.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
Far and gone, how could it ever change?
And the songs played on and on.
This is what they are for.
Get you through life's gold and down pour.
Upon a nice day
the songs are a blur.
But when you need them
right from your heart where
they were stored they'll
caress, caress, caress you so.
And a pleasant voice so human
and genuine
guides you, lulls you, holds you, saves you.
In your room
now pacing and dancing
exactly where you were once crying.
Oh the hope
Oh the sound
Oh the words
Oh the music
How could you ever repay or thank or say
how much the songs, songs from a soul,
renewed you so.
Oh it's all a mystery,
but not the source, no.
The songs were your friends
when you didn't know where to go.
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