Not all of us hear the melodys that can be described by punctuation marks,
most are blind to the music.
Who are these people to hear the greatness of all instruments,
but who are these people that can not feel.
Lets pretend to hear voices that talk about every word we hear,
or is that madness for the close minded soul.
I feel like i know something, something more.
The vibrations
The feelings
The beats of our ear drums
The solos of our heart
Lets put a word, a simple one,
the people who know about the little voices running away inside
Its passion.
Love.
Darkness.
Meaning.
Its about the rythim
Simple songs that talk
Every song is different to your type of heart
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Not all of us hear the melodys that can be described by punctuation marks,
most are blind to the music.
Who are these people to hear the greatness of all instruments,
but who are these people that can not feel.
Lets pretend to hear voices that talk about every word we hear,
or is that madness for the close minded soul.
I feel like i know something, something more.
The vibrations
The feelings
The beats of our ear drums
The solos of our heart
Lets put a word, a simple one,
the people who know about the little voices running away inside
Its passion.
Love.
Darkness.
Meaning.
Its about the rythim
Simple songs that talk
Every song is different to your type of heart
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