Sweet Symphony
๐ต 1222 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:13 duration
๐ ID: 14466748
๐ Lyrics
Every day down the lane
Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
Second hand thoughts, second hand words
Second hand ticks down to follow me, follow me
Every day down the lane
Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
Second hand thoughts, second hand words
Second hand ticks down to follow me
You walked with me, a figure in the snow
And sunshine now gone
I figured you were okay
But desolation under warm skies pricked my soul
I feel it slipping through my hands
A life and time it turns to sand
Old melodies are all that I am
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
There once was colour, vivid fleeting perfection seen through
The prism of our lives trapped through the looking glass
Release me, been leaning on thin air
You took your place and I'll soon be there
I feel it slipping through my hands
A life and time it turns to sand
Old melodies are all that I am
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
Second hand thoughts, second hand words
Second hand ticks down to follow me, follow me
Every day down the lane
Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
Second hand thoughts, second hand words
Second hand ticks down to follow me
You walked with me, a figure in the snow
And sunshine now gone
I figured you were okay
But desolation under warm skies pricked my soul
I feel it slipping through my hands
A life and time it turns to sand
Old melodies are all that I am
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
There once was colour, vivid fleeting perfection seen through
The prism of our lives trapped through the looking glass
Release me, been leaning on thin air
You took your place and I'll soon be there
I feel it slipping through my hands
A life and time it turns to sand
Old melodies are all that I am
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
Play for me, a sweet symphony
My reverie, I dream it alone
Please don't leave, no trace of me
But poetry that's made out of stone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.59] Every day down the lane
[00:26.48] Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
[00:32.83] Second hand thoughts, second hand words
[00:38.97] Second hand ticks down to follow me, follow me
[00:49.52]
[01:07.60] Every day down the lane
[01:12.58] Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
[01:19.49] Second hand thoughts, second hand words
[01:25.31] Second hand ticks down to follow me
[01:30.97] You walked with me, a figure in the snow
[01:36.51] And sunshine now gone
[01:43.45] I figured you were okay
[01:48.84] But desolation under warm skies pricked my soul
[01:55.06] I feel it slipping through my hands
[01:58.18] A life and time it turns to sand
[02:00.97] Old melodies are all that I am
[02:06.84] Play for me, a sweet symphony
[02:12.47] My reverie, I dream it alone
[02:18.88] Please don't leave, no trace of me
[02:24.58] But poetry that's made out of stone
[02:31.46]
[02:55.54] There once was colour, vivid fleeting perfection seen through
[03:01.24] The prism of our lives trapped through the looking glass
[03:07.38] Release me, been leaning on thin air
[03:13.26] You took your place and I'll soon be there
[03:19.13] I feel it slipping through my hands
[03:22.27] A life and time it turns to sand
[03:25.03] Old melodies are all that I am
[03:30.66] Play for me, a sweet symphony
[03:36.60] My reverie, I dream it alone
[03:42.77] Please don't leave, no trace of me
[03:48.44] But poetry that's made out of stone
[03:54.87] Play for me, a sweet symphony
[04:00.27] My reverie, I dream it alone
[04:06.92] Please don't leave, no trace of me
[04:12.30] But poetry that's made out of stone
[04:19.44]
[00:26.48] Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
[00:32.83] Second hand thoughts, second hand words
[00:38.97] Second hand ticks down to follow me, follow me
[00:49.52]
[01:07.60] Every day down the lane
[01:12.58] Trees swaying in the wind of my despair
[01:19.49] Second hand thoughts, second hand words
[01:25.31] Second hand ticks down to follow me
[01:30.97] You walked with me, a figure in the snow
[01:36.51] And sunshine now gone
[01:43.45] I figured you were okay
[01:48.84] But desolation under warm skies pricked my soul
[01:55.06] I feel it slipping through my hands
[01:58.18] A life and time it turns to sand
[02:00.97] Old melodies are all that I am
[02:06.84] Play for me, a sweet symphony
[02:12.47] My reverie, I dream it alone
[02:18.88] Please don't leave, no trace of me
[02:24.58] But poetry that's made out of stone
[02:31.46]
[02:55.54] There once was colour, vivid fleeting perfection seen through
[03:01.24] The prism of our lives trapped through the looking glass
[03:07.38] Release me, been leaning on thin air
[03:13.26] You took your place and I'll soon be there
[03:19.13] I feel it slipping through my hands
[03:22.27] A life and time it turns to sand
[03:25.03] Old melodies are all that I am
[03:30.66] Play for me, a sweet symphony
[03:36.60] My reverie, I dream it alone
[03:42.77] Please don't leave, no trace of me
[03:48.44] But poetry that's made out of stone
[03:54.87] Play for me, a sweet symphony
[04:00.27] My reverie, I dream it alone
[04:06.92] Please don't leave, no trace of me
[04:12.30] But poetry that's made out of stone
[04:19.44]