Walking up to the house I grew up in In a dream The lights spring on All at once Then slowly fade In every window Like the last chord Dying out beneath The pianist’s lifted hands Or how the lozenge Dissolved in the mouth Of the soprano Who was afraid
Symphony
Symphony
Symphony
Walking up to the house I grew up in In a dream The lights spring on All at once Then slowly fade In every window Like the last chord Dying out beneath The pianist’s lifted hands Or how the lozenge Dissolved in the mouth Of the soprano Who was afraid