Day turns to night, and i turn into bed.
Can�t get to sleep; something�s in my head.
Pacing the floor, i try to force a rhyme.
Why do i fear this time?
It�s not a song till it touches your heart.
It�s not a song till it tears you apart.
After what�s left of what�s right and what�s wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It�s not a song.
Now close your eyes; look into your hand.
What do you see?
Life is our song, to give and learn to take.
Time will not wait.
Oh, won�t you please come dance,
While the song�s still playing,
Won�t be long till the silence falls.
It�s not a song till it touches your heart. (it�s not a song.)
It�s not a song till it tears you apart.
After what�s left of what�s right and what�s wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It�s not a song.
It�s not a song till it touches your heart. (it�s not a song.)
It�s not a song till it tears you apart.
After what�s left of what�s right and what�s wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It�s not a song.
It�s not a song till it touches your heart. (it�s not a song.)
It�s not a song till it tears you apart.
After what�s left of what�s right and what�s wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It�s not a song.
It�s not a song till it touches your heart. (it�s not a song.)
It�s not a song till it tears you apart.
After what�s left of what�s right and what�s wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It�s not a song.