The Music of Your Silence
And the music of your silence
orchestrates my life each day.
Making me recall my blind-ness
of love you once displayed
as a doll on top a music box.
Over and over again
play the song that's programed in.
'Round and 'round in perfect pose
in a circle you would go.
Longing for a magic man
to free you with his wand in hand.
So I set you free to face realty.
But in such a world there's
no place for a girl who's
like a summer breeze in winter;
you were warm but out of place.
Irony all clothed in splendor;
too bold to suit my taste.
How wrong I was to wait
until you danced out of my life.
orchestrates my life each day.
Making me recall my blind-ness
of love you once displayed
as a doll on top a music box.
Over and over again
play the song that's programed in.
'Round and 'round in perfect pose
in a circle you would go.
Longing for a magic man
to free you with his wand in hand.
So I set you free to face realty.
But in such a world there's
no place for a girl who's
like a summer breeze in winter;
you were warm but out of place.
Irony all clothed in splendor;
too bold to suit my taste.
How wrong I was to wait
until you danced out of my life.
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