The Symphony

Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper

And they creak under your sockless feet

A secret door, a door undiscovered

You knock so gently, in case you're heard

A record plays a song that you've not heard

It is perfect, it is hope

Everything, now everything's different

It is sweeter on your tongue

'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream

The engine's more a sigh than a scream

Your ghosts look more like angels from there

The coast comes like a raft of warm air

'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream

The engine's more a sigh than a scream

Your ghosts look more like angels from there

The coast comes like a raft of warm air

A symphony, slow music of longin'

Plays in movements inside your head

There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you

Like they used to anymore

'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream

The engine's more a sigh than a scream

Your ghosts look more like angels from there

The coast comes like a raft of warm air

You can see the road ahead in your dream

The engine's more a sigh than a scream

Your ghosts look more like angels from there

The coast comes like a raft of warm air

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get

If this is all you've ever asked for, then this is all you'll get