Day turns to night, and I turn into bed.
Can抰 get to sleep; something抯 in my head.
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme.
Why do I fear this time?
It抯 not a song till it touches your heart.
It抯 not a song till it tears you apart.
After what抯 left of what抯 right and what抯 wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It抯 not a song.
Now close your eyes; look into your hand.
What do you see?
Life is our song, to give and learn to take.
Time will not wait.
Oh, won抰 you please come dance,
While the song抯 still playing,
Won抰 be long till the silence falls.
It抯 not a song till it touches your heart. (it抯 not a song.)
It抯 not a song till it tears you apart.
After what抯 left of what抯 right and what抯 wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It抯 not a song.
It抯 not a song till it touches your heart. (it抯 not a song.)
It抯 not a song till it tears you apart.
After what抯 left of what抯 right and what抯 wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It抯 not a song.
It抯 not a song till it touches your heart. (it抯 not a song.)
It抯 not a song till it tears you apart.
After what抯 left of what抯 right and what抯 wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It抯 not a song.
It抯 not a song till it touches your heart. (it抯 not a song.)
It抯 not a song till it tears you apart.
After what抯 left of what抯 right and what抯 wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It抯 not a song.