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
