Where the Music Still Plays
A little miracle in every day
I'm sleeping on your floor again
Sometimes I can't tell providence
from the timetable of my train
and the cherry blossom every year –
petals pouring through the air,
too fragile to hold on to
like the love that I can't contain
and we can meet up in the autumn
and we can meet up in the spring
and you all know
that I'd stay a while if I could
maybe I should
There's something gorgeous about decay
something gorgeous about the way
these fallen leaves swirl up against
the windows along my train
and the cherry blossom every year –
petals pouring through the air,
too fragile to hold on to
like the songs that I can't explain
and we can meet up at the soundcheck
and we can meet up off the train
and you all know
that I'd stay a while if I could
maybe I should
and when we've finished our last orders
and when the train departs again
well, you all know
we're still together in a different way
where the music still plays. |
