| I'll Write You A Song |
| �No musician, but be sure he heard and strove to render feeble echoes of celestial strains.� -Anonymous |
| I'll write you a song on some midnight And I'll paint it with lavender hues And Mozart will come for his wakening And play his piano for you But tonight the moon brings no melody And stars bear no meter or rhyme Only your eyes carry music But visions won't put notes into time What could I write about anyway That would make a listener understand What causes my heart to lose tempo And my voice to stick out of the band So twelve o'clock comes and it passes And my dreams come and go like the tide But my paper remains barren and empty Like a genius never applied But I'll write you a song on some midnight And paint it with lavender hues But tonight only the words find existence Because my music lives only in you |