Lyrics

isn't it lovely: the rhythm of the sea, that deep black blue whispers gentle melodies, isn't it lovely: the pitter-patter of the rain, the drops fall upon your face each with it's own domain, the sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible, to find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space, but somehow.that beauty's lost in the need to -, need to be just another symphony, another weak beat in a worn out tune but never, of who we are, who we need to be, what we could do with our own simple melody, isn't it lovely: the disposition of the trees, so peaceful as they dismiss their falling leaves, isn't it lovely: that foggy morning rusty sun, perched on your window sill revealing shades and hues, the sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible, to find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space, but somehow.that beauty's lost in the need to -, need to be just another symphony, another weak beat in a worn out tune but never, of who we are, who we need to be, what we could do with our own simple melody

Song details

Artist: costello, katie