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

And the engine's more a sigh than a scream

And your ghosts look more like angels from there

And the coast comes like a raft of warm air

Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream

And the engine's more a sigh than a scream

And your ghosts look more like angels from there

And 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

And the engine's more a sigh than a scream

And your ghosts look more like angels from there

And the coast comes like a raft of warm air

You can see the road ahead in your dream

And the engine's more a sigh than a scream

And your ghosts look more like angels from there

And the coast comes like a raft of warm air

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get

If this is all you ever asked for

Then this is all you'll get