Symphony Session

Sweet like spring, bird song on my mind, brooks and streams run down my eyes. Heat so pressing, you’re divine, then it’s torrent frantic storm.

They probably celebrate that I’m not their girl no more, while I’m celebrating harvest and I’m hunting in the forest. Now I’m slipping on the ice then catching fireside warmth, four seasons like Vivaldi they were all Antonios.

I’m just in time to be born into a black hole, just in time to be singing what was I made for, if I could turn back time, some old dudes would be mine. I’m dancing with the ghosts, this graveyard shift a history lesson, and now at least I know, that all I want is a symphony session.

When’s my turn for marriage, play a song for Figaro, that’s just me in a concerto. How many symphonies will you make, till you up and die alone?

Yea you like your cars and you drive them on the road, but when I mention sonata I want you on piano. What melody you play for me will be determining, like you’re Beethoven will you just play the music till I sleep?

I’m just in time to be born into a black hole, just in time to be singing what was I made for, if I could turn back time, some old dudes would be mine. I’m dancing with the ghosts, this graveyard shift a history lesson, and now at least I know, that all I want is a symphony session.

Oh what’s the key, it’s not ay minor, I’m 21, I got desire. I’ll lend my ear, I’m musical as hell, spent all my money on the wishing well.

I’m just in time to be born into a black hole, just in time to be singing what was I made for, if I could turn back time, some old dudes would be mine. I’m dancing with the ghosts, this graveyard shift a history lesson, and now at least I know, that all I want is a symphony session.