I ponder a tune, ethereal and bright. If it ever exists, what would it sound like? Would it be the laughter of a child's delight or the soothing hush of the moonlit night? Perhaps a melody of stars' soft embrace or a gentle breeze's tender trace. Would it echo like ripples on tranquil seas, or dance like leaves in autumnal trees? I ponder a tune, ethereal and bright, but could that sound be within, out of sight? In smiles of beloved, in gentle embrace, in moments of stillness, whenever hearts pray. Perhaps in memories, a glimpse of what's been through. Maybe it sounds like home, almost like déjà vu.
I'm waiting for the Rain to fall from the Sky and gracefully sway with the Breeze. Bringing Calmness, Sanity and Peace around. Blessing the green fields and the Trees. I'm waiting for the Rain to fall from the Sky and Splash on the window Panes. So Children can hum their rainy Tune, While it makes puddles in the traffic Lanes. I'm waiting for the Rain to fall from the Sky, To Wish Us Hello and Goodbye. To each Pretty Soul, it gives a tender Hug. Taking their Blues to the Mighty Sky. I'm waiting for Raindrops to fall from the Sky, So We all can have some Fun. The Raindrops must Kiss, each one of Us. Before the Sky, gets covered by Sun.
music helps me feel my blood flowing it brings back my life when I'm frostbitten
the lyrics I hear makes my heartbeat makes my breath low makes my love fly I wish I could be like that all the time because when the tune dies all I hear is my head go "where is your love for him? did it die too, darling?"
an inconsequential lyric battles an annoyingly catchy tune and I'm reminded of you this was our song baby three minutes of tortuous heartbreak memory stew this actually used to make me smile before memories shelved come tumbling down like tomes from a bookcase we built with our glue that couldn't even keep us together I was never honest with you baby I only ever liked rock n' roll