bryyn - sounds of love



this song is not mine

who wrote it

put it in mind

this song cannot be erased

by a gravestone

because melodies 

cannot die

can never die



ive been searching around

for the place where the sounds come from

under my pillows

and im nearly certain theyre not mine

who grows them

i dont know

maybe theyre from somewhere

someplace far away

far away



lost my greatest thoughts 

in the morning time

they were taken away 

by the crouded streets

they got all mixed up 

in the wrong line

waited and wasted

the little time

the little time



i didnt write this song

it came from a friend to you

everywhere we are 

surrounded by the sounds of love



i didnt write this song

it came friend friend to you

everywhere we are

surrounded by the sounds of love