jecissalynn
Bb, C, D, Dm
I hear a song burn and I dream of song heard I take a pen and write the syllables as one
verse I don't know what it started as when it was
some words But melody is getting me from sixteenth to
third One at a time, trying to rhyme, think of a
line Maybe sounds fine, I don't know why
Speak to the soul, reach the sky Haven't had the chance to think so lyrically
The jester's on a mic and also speaking to me
I haven't had a chance to think so lyrically
The jester's on a mic and also speaking to me
I hear a song, I dream a song
I taste your pen and write the syllables as one verse
I don't know how it started, I've read it for somewhere
But now I think I'm getting old for sixty-two or thirty
One at a time. Try it alone. Think about that. Maybe some day. I don't know why, but I'm thinking this over. Reach the sky. Have a look at the future. It's so beautiful, isn't it?
And this is all about the love.