Doesn't it seems 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 Miseries of life speak the metaphysical, 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 here call it theory but i want to call it life math call it melody but i call it my soul's path call them chords and let them pluck the heart strings call them 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 and the memory the many scenes and i embrace it, deepest part of me bittersweet, the boom bap beater may be held the horns play the soft touch of keys put some color in my gray take me to a place of mine, there's the real me no mask, just the mirror call the music see call me overly romantical religious i feel them pressions? of maker in the rhythms many times i feel my words amount to nothing but in a song they're Something divine in the perfect harmony with a lovely melody crafted with care (greatest care in the whole wide world) and it leads me to here Something Divine In the perfect harmony with a lovely melody crafted with care (greatest care in the whole wide world) and it leads me to here