The Symphony
Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper
And they creak under your sockless feet
A secret door, a door undiscovered
You knock so gently in case you're heard
A record plays a song that you've not heard
It is perfect, it is home
Everything now, everything's different
It is sweeter on your tongue
'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air,
'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air
A symphony slow music of longing
Plays in movements inside your head
There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you
Like they used to, anymore
'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air,
You can see the road ahead in your dream,
The engine's more a sigh than a scream,
Your ghosts look more like angels from there,
The coast comes like a raft of warm air