Music Vitae
There isn't a song we haven't yet sung.
There isn't a song we haven't yet sung.
How do we capture the moment when it's made of air
It slips through our fingers without resistance
I think we've lost a bit of ourselves, it seems we no longer care
It feels right when the sound of life is wrong
When the music in the room is that of your life
Forget, forget, forget.
Sometimes a song matches just right
The frequency is that of the universe around it
Sometimes it seems like we just don't give shit.
How do we know when the time is just right or wrong
To hit play or pause some other odd command
I think we've been without the music of life for too long.
If I could get it right, yes, I would dare
When the music in the room is that of your life
Forget, forget, forget it.
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