Unknown music from unseen quarters
Invades the rusty silence
Of jaded hearts.
Invades the rusty silence
Of jaded hearts.
Certain chords sound a familiar melody
Perhaps echoes
From lives past.
Perhaps echoes
From lives past.
It's a song a seamstress wove
From the looms of un-spun dreams
From the looms of un-spun dreams
And what it seems
Are keys
Are keys
From a broken piano.
It's a song I once heard
In a dream I never remembered
I know now,
I bore this song all this while
I know now,
I bore this song all this while
The only key to a secret file
I once slipped into the gaps between time.
I once slipped into the gaps between time.
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