you are my music and music is my world

now my heart is fluttering like a tambourine
silent the lager-phone, the washboard rarely seen
and when i breathe like an accordion i wheeze
my wild oat wind chimes in the slight hint of a breeze
if the truth is naked then there’s music in these clothes
sunshine filters through, the heat of summer grows

you are my music and music is my world

my dream’s pulsing on a home made bass
there’s no limit to the vastness of this place
and i sing, sing like a crooner who’s off-key
i write in honey as drums shake the hive in me
if the truth is music then we’re the ones who know
beyond fences calling, the sound of our love goes

you are my music and music is my world

i feel these songs in me, when i’m relaxed, at peace
The hot sun melts this ink, and i am moved to think
This is what people share, in orchestras everywhere

you are my music and music is my world...



you are my lyrical story, my e-bow in valleys sounding
glory, my lost records, my mountain stream
my u2 inspired dreams, my harmonica of ghosting towns
my dissident v the closing downs
my friend who sees the world your way
and nearly in the way i...

you are my music and music is our world