| therapy in G minor |
| the air is empty lacking the things that i can breathe my mind is heavy blocks my eyes; i cannot see feeling through the darkness fingers caress the thing i need to find smooth brass in my gentle grasp i slip into a better place in time and as the music flows from me air becomes smooth and sweet spirits rise past this disguise and it's easy to believe the beauty in this shining horn helps me think and makes me smile that this beauty also comes from me life might be worth my while |