I’m in the symphony hall.
There’s the sound of a violin as I walk down the street.
I’m hearing sweet music play, the drum is my feet.
My mind is the bow that slides on the strings.
This happens whenever I think of you
(the warmth that you bring).
I’m just a simple boy, but I’m leading a symphony
when, in my mind, I pursue thoughts of you and me.
But the music never stops because we finally have each other.
And plays the symphony of the night
as we walk down the street (hand in hand).
Your voice is the melody, the winds makes a harmony.
And making rhythms as I walk,
it’s the symphony of the night.
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