Matthew Perryman Jones
Amelia
Sad like a melody, full like a symphony
Striking a chord
Standing here, looking blind
Stumble around to find
My way through your door
Do you wanna know...why?
Do you wanna know...why?
Hungry as starving fire, killing to feed desire
What do you do?
We're born into vanity, bones feeling everything
Are we alone?
Do you wanna know...why?
'Cause I wanna know...why
Say it, Amelia
Say it's true
That life's worth all the dying we do
Oh, Amelia
Say it, Amelia
Say it's true
That life's worth all the dying we do
Oh, Amelia
A beautiful melody
Sung by a symphony
You're striking a chord