Sometimes I wonder how things could
be...
Like a silhouette could speak for the heart, like the mind could dream reality, like I could sing and be heard, like I could believe and behold
Like tides could wash away the sand of sorrow,
Like the ship o’er the horizon deliberates the route further wish I could too, have a cautious emotion
Like happiness could be collected and treasured like the sea shells on the shore, so I could easily wrap one in my palm, dust away the sand of time with my fingers and stroll
Like the sea breeze, I could embrace the taste of nature. Like I could heave and sigh with the rhythm of tides and catch my breath at the marvel called life. Like I could strum the chords (Em7-C-G-D6-Em7-C-G), beat the snare, play the flute and have Mozart write for me every encore in thy name...I could outplay the test of times...
Like I could hum a mellow romance for you, like I could speak of how words fail me when I reach the place where you left me, for it is the same where I found you. It is beyond science and reasoning, it is perhaps like a symphony from the sea, some hear it, and some don’t. I hear it, but darling do you?
Like a midst all quiet there’s a sudden uproar, a pounding beat...a perfect score, do you hear it like I do? It is a melody people seldom do find. It is beyond the horizon, near yet another start.
Like the sunset goes curtains raised on a starlit stage, let me and you waltz through the wings, like the world was our stage. Like we could narrate all science and fiction through a medley of thoughts, voice them this once, and keep silence at bay
And then again, wish I could open my eyes, and tell you what it is like to believe, and think of all that’s unwritten, unspoken and unheard of, and then feel it pulsating in my head. Through every nerve it travels, a voyager of sorts, I need to unnerve to voice it. By then you are gone.
Like the inquisitive mind dares to know what the world knows, curiosity clouds my mind, to think the way you think. Symphony! Symphony! Symphony! I want to create. Like I could sing starting over from where we left last...Sand slips through my fingers, the shell remains, near my ear it whispers a note for me to begin, and that I shall from where you lead,I will accompany...
Like a silhouette could speak for the heart, like the mind could dream reality, like I could sing and be heard, like I could believe and behold
Like tides could wash away the sand of sorrow,
Like the ship o’er the horizon deliberates the route further wish I could too, have a cautious emotion
Like happiness could be collected and treasured like the sea shells on the shore, so I could easily wrap one in my palm, dust away the sand of time with my fingers and stroll
Like the sea breeze, I could embrace the taste of nature. Like I could heave and sigh with the rhythm of tides and catch my breath at the marvel called life. Like I could strum the chords (Em7-C-G-D6-Em7-C-G), beat the snare, play the flute and have Mozart write for me every encore in thy name...I could outplay the test of times...
Like I could hum a mellow romance for you, like I could speak of how words fail me when I reach the place where you left me, for it is the same where I found you. It is beyond science and reasoning, it is perhaps like a symphony from the sea, some hear it, and some don’t. I hear it, but darling do you?
Like a midst all quiet there’s a sudden uproar, a pounding beat...a perfect score, do you hear it like I do? It is a melody people seldom do find. It is beyond the horizon, near yet another start.
Like the sunset goes curtains raised on a starlit stage, let me and you waltz through the wings, like the world was our stage. Like we could narrate all science and fiction through a medley of thoughts, voice them this once, and keep silence at bay
And then again, wish I could open my eyes, and tell you what it is like to believe, and think of all that’s unwritten, unspoken and unheard of, and then feel it pulsating in my head. Through every nerve it travels, a voyager of sorts, I need to unnerve to voice it. By then you are gone.
Like the inquisitive mind dares to know what the world knows, curiosity clouds my mind, to think the way you think. Symphony! Symphony! Symphony! I want to create. Like I could sing starting over from where we left last...Sand slips through my fingers, the shell remains, near my ear it whispers a note for me to begin, and that I shall from where you lead,I will accompany...