[00:24.56]Do you hear a long like that
[00:25.70]Do you have it spoon your sad little heart
[00:31.93]It didn’t give me a better outlook on life but it told me it’d been there too and I turned it to art
[00:39.66]And that made all the difference to me x2
[00:50.67]I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me
[00:58.45]I forgot how they hold me, how they soothe me and carry me
[01:06.37]I forgot about violence, I forgot how they see me
[01:14.33]Try me and taunt me and how they finally breathe me
[01:22.35]I forgot about cord changes, where the base tone stays intact
[01:30.28]I forgot about drum sound, voices with a tendency to crack
[01:37.45]They make all the difference to me x2
[01:47.02]It was just September you know, it all broke through turned out my troops had one thing I dangled in a thread from within
[01:56.75]But I heard a violin
[02:01.61]I’ll hold you my chair, this song said and it did, struck my forehead and with pain and so slowly carried me to the bridge, as the chorus arrived, I let go
[02:19.82]And you were so young, you were so young and you come up to me
[02:27.99]And you tell me it helped you through something bad you say and you hang your head but this song it helped you through
[02:36.64]I get home and kick my books **** you knowledge
[02:44.41]I was never on your team, never one of your fighters
[02:49.97]I was a born romantic for a reason, I grew up to be a song writer