The Symphony

Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper And they creak under your sockless feet A secret door, a door undiscovered You knock so gently in case you're heard A record plays a song that you've not heard It is perfect, it is home Everything, now everything's different It is sweeter on your tongue [Chorus] Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream And the engine's more a sigh than a scream And your ghosts look more like angels from there And the coast comes like a raft of warm air [Chorus] A symphony, slow music of longing Plays in movements inside your head There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you Like they used to, anymore [Chorus] [Chorus] [Repeating:] If this is all you ever asked for Then this is all you'll get