I keep trying to trek toward that joy.
The keys are hitting the wrong notes.
Fingers sloppy, slipping, joints tight.
The song is high and crisp
but it's delicate and broken.
So stormy waves swirl and crash
and all the lights are off.
There are prisms hanging in the air
Sharp and dangling
Threatening to fall
There are crystals in the air
And I can see it all now
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now falling down
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now smashing on the ground
There are monsters in the closet
There are canyons in the safe
All the guns are loaded
but it's not going away
You can't turn the lights on
You can't break the quiet
You can't grab the hammer
You can't fix the silence
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now falling down
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now smashing on the ground
Those stitches came undone
The bird cage crashed
and the light houses are out
but all those pretty metaphors
they all fell on the floor
life is a series of misfires
but all the guns are loaded
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now falling down
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now
and I can see it all now smashing on the ground.
So keep on the trek
there is wind in the waves
and where there is wind
there is direction
you will find the right notes.
This is a song I'm working on. I want to find the right piano for it.
I don't have all the melodies written, mostly the chorus.
But I like what I've got.