I wish we could disappear into one of your songs –
Riding the melody until it’s gone;
Moving in rhythm until silence sets in.
Shall we write a new song or play this one again?
Singing softly through speakers until I’m asleep
I keep hoping we’ll meet in a dream.
Try to not wonder who you’re with
Because you wrote this song for me.
I hope that you still sing it live
And sing it just the same,
And every line, it tears at you;
That the notes spell out my name.
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