Isn't It Lovely

Isn't it lovely: the rhythm of the sea That deep black blue whispers gentle melodies Isn't it lovely: the pitter-patter of the rain The drops fall upon your face each with it's own domain The sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible To find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space But somehow... that beauty's lost in the need to - Need to be just another symphony Another weak beat in a worn out tune but never Of who we are, who we need to be, What we could do with our own simple melody Isn't it lovely: the disposition of the trees So peaceful as they dismiss their falling leaves Isn't it lovely: that foggy morning rusty sun Perched on your window sill revealing shades and hues The sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible To find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space But somehow... that beauty's lost in the need to - Need to be just another symphony Another weak beat in a worn out tune but never Of who we are, who we need to be, What we could do with our own simple melody