Hey
I know I said so many pretty things
If put to music angels ought to sing
But songs are often born from make-believe
And I made you sing the melody
Then I changed the key
We never saw the symphony
Give me a picture of you
Did you burn all yours?
I don't have any pictures of you
Really?
Do you want an adult photo or a child photo?
Child photo
I want the one of you being all adorable walking on a log
With a stick in your hand, or something
Go
You know piano's better played alone
You already heard all of my wrong notes
And maybe I will learn to play with soul
You'll never know
We never saw the symphony
We never saw the symphony
We never saw the symphony
