I Am an Instrument
๐ต 545 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:37 duration
๐ ID: 14726014
๐ Lyrics
I am an instrument
A timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven
I belong to one who's more than a musician
He's an artist
I live to be his pleasure
I do not flee from him when he comes to me
For his instruments are not sufficient in themselves
They're cold and lifeless without the touch of hands and mind
The artist holds myself tenderly in his hands
First, he touches the strings of my heart
To find if they're in tune with the universe
Then suddenly vibrant thoughts strikes the air
And music from the world of time and space
Is born
A timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven
I belong to one who's more than a musician
He's an artist
I live to be his pleasure
I do not flee from him when he comes to me
For his instruments are not sufficient in themselves
They're cold and lifeless without the touch of hands and mind
The artist holds myself tenderly in his hands
First, he touches the strings of my heart
To find if they're in tune with the universe
Then suddenly vibrant thoughts strikes the air
And music from the world of time and space
Is born
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.25] I am an instrument
[00:15.03] A timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven
[00:24.75] I belong to one who's more than a musician
[00:33.41] He's an artist
[00:35.98] I live to be his pleasure
[00:37.74] I do not flee from him when he comes to me
[00:40.30] For his instruments are not sufficient in themselves
[00:43.14] They're cold and lifeless without the touch of hands and mind
[00:49.09] The artist holds myself tenderly in his hands
[00:52.75]
[01:04.52] First, he touches the strings of my heart
[01:12.56] To find if they're in tune with the universe
[01:16.16] Then suddenly vibrant thoughts strikes the air
[01:18.47] And music from the world of time and space
[01:23.83] Is born
[01:25.76]
[00:15.03] A timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven
[00:24.75] I belong to one who's more than a musician
[00:33.41] He's an artist
[00:35.98] I live to be his pleasure
[00:37.74] I do not flee from him when he comes to me
[00:40.30] For his instruments are not sufficient in themselves
[00:43.14] They're cold and lifeless without the touch of hands and mind
[00:49.09] The artist holds myself tenderly in his hands
[00:52.75]
[01:04.52] First, he touches the strings of my heart
[01:12.56] To find if they're in tune with the universe
[01:16.16] Then suddenly vibrant thoughts strikes the air
[01:18.47] And music from the world of time and space
[01:23.83] Is born
[01:25.76]