Hey
I know I said so many pretty things
If put to music angels ought to sing
But songs are often born from make believe
And I made you sing the melody

Then I changed the key

We never saw the symphony

Give me a picture of you
Did you burn all yours?
I don’t have any pictures of you
Really?
Do you want an adult photo or a child photo?
Child photo
I want the one of you being all adorable walking on a log with a stick in your hand, or something

Go
Ya know piano’s better played alone
You’ve already head all of my wrong notes
And maybe I will learn to play with soul
You’ll never know

We never saw the symphony
We never saw the symphony
We never saw the symphony