The music, the music
Yes I would like to forget.
The music, the music
But what else could it ever be?
Is it so wrong?
Those feelings too strong.
Do you remember, can't you remember?
Do I feel right, right in this fight?
That's just another, I don't want no other.
But no tears will ever flow out of my eyes.
The music, the music
Yes I would like to forget.
The music, the music
But what else could it ever be?
Could it be that my soul's too old?
Do you remember, can't you remember?
The rules are there. But I need some air.
Give me another, I don't want to bother.
No tears will ever flow out of my eyes.
But who could want it? Who could live it the way I do?
I can't cherish it and you can't have it
That must be true.
But who doesn't want inspiration?
That's not really a goal, but a notion, an assumption!
I wanted you, which was the worst thing that I could do.