(no subject)
He hides beneath the oak tree
waiting for a sign
She cries away the poetry
one verse at a time
His fingers sweep across shaped wood
as he sings his soul tonight
She fakes a smile but knows she should
learn to treat him right
He wraps his arms around her
and chokes a drowning sigh
But she already feels the thunder
calling to the night
It's in these moments, these passing moments
that he learns to read her eyes
And in this moment, this passing moment
She feels his music come alive.
He lies beneath the holy place
waiting for a sign
She watches the gods laugh in his face
a sacrifice denied
He fears the growing silence
echoing the light
Her voice becoming quiet
as she fades into the night
But still, she sings:
"It's in these moments, these passing moments
that you've shown me how to live
And in this moment, this passing moment
The most precious gift you give
Try not to look so tragic
there's no reason to hide
You possess the greatest magic
for you make the music come alive."