Music Lyrics

Sat in this room for twenty-five years

Thousands of songs over puddles of tears

And I hope I give ya

Whatever that is

Beautiful music it can't pretend

They speak for you and then you talk with them

And it'll give ya memories

That you haven't felt yet

It's an old school curse beating in me

It'll make ya feel and that'll help ya see

And it'll bruise ya soul

So beautifully

Moved in dance hands above ya head

Feel it in break up when everything's dead

And it'll stay with you when you're lonely

Sing you to sleep

No poverty or privilege it levels the ground

It'll take you where the lost get found

And beware he who hath no music in his soul

He'll sell it to you