Story Behind The Song
People ask me all the time, where does the music come from?
many times, late at night when its quietest outside, Inside lives a cacophony of melodies and lyrics that become clear to me.
So I write it down and record the basic melody so as not to forget it when the sun rises.
I used to think I was crazy, until I listened to other songwriters describe very similar occurances.
I like to think of my mind as a conduit for greater poets that have passed on to continue doing what they loved most in the world they no longer physically stand on... create :)
| Song Length |
3:26 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits |
Subject |
Ghosts |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
How long, did you wait for me...
before...
All those borrowed words could sing.
Take me down,
Down a road that's less than straight,
Teach me now,
Cause tomorrow is too late.
Hear it now,
A symphony, inside...
I catch them all, up in the air...
Set 'em free, to fly...
Speak to me,
All the words you lost but found...
Through me, greater poets ether bound...
Cause dreamers dream,
That's all we were meant to do...
Creating...
From once nothing, nothing, nothing comes the new..
Hear it now...
A symphony, inside..
I catch them all, up in the air..
Set 'em free, to fly...