You shoulda seen it
The way her face was glowing
When she played the right chord
A loss for words, now
You should have been there
There is no way to make you
See what I see
Inside this moment
There is a pleasure blooming
It bubbles up behind
Four doors and 88 keys
And deep inside these cells
There is a constant yearning
I'll make my peace right here
Transforming sorrow into light
You are too sweet to enable me to say it
Your good intentions will be the death of me
Here comes your last hurrah
Was it all you dreamed it would be?
I can't carry that weight
You know I have to choose me