Freitag, 12. August 2005

a steady push and pull routine.

cryptic words meander | now there is a song beneath the song | one day you'll learn | you'll soon discern its true meaning

an interesting detachment | a listless poem of love sincere | desire, despair | overlapping melodies

and it's not a love, it's not a love | it's not a love, it's not a love song | it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song | it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

oh now the roots are reminiscing | recurring dreams of minor chords | metred time | muted chimes find the beat

and in the pulse there lies conviction | a steady push and pull routine | the cymbals swell | high notes flail into reach

and it's not a love, it's not a love | it's not a love, it's not a love song | it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song | it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

song beneath the song | maria taylor