Doesn't it seem strange

That even when your mind says so

Your heart says no

Just wait and see how it feels

To fall in love with something real

Mysteries of life

Speak the mettaphysical

A world so full of life

Oh christ it must be you

The melody it leads me to

Something divine

In the perfect harmony

With a lovely melody

Crafted with care

And it leads me to hear

Call it theory but I want to call it life math

Call it melody but I call that my soul's path

Call 'em chords and let' em pluck the heart strings

Call 'em instruments but they're with what the heart sings

The semiotics and semantics of a man's life

Through the language of harmony the soul's knife

Dividing moments in the memory the many scenes

And I embrace the deepest part of me bittersweet

The boom bap beat or maybe how the horns play

The soft touch of keys put some color in my grey

Take me to a place of mine there's the real me

No mask just the mirror called the music see

Call me overly romantic or religious

I feel impressions of the maker in the rhythms

And many times I feel my words amount to nothing

But in a song there is

Something divine

In the perfect harmony

With a lovely melody

Crafted with care

And it leads me to hear

Something divine

In the perfect harmony

With a lovely melody

Crafted with care

And it leads me to h