Song Beneath the Song

Song Beneath The Song
Maria Taylor
Greys Anatomy
by Rong Bin
Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day youll learn
Youll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies
And its not a love, its not a love
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Oh now the roots are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metred time
Muted chimes find the beat
And in the pulse there lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
The cymbals swell
High notes flail into reach
And its not a love, its not a love
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love,
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song...
And its not a love, its not a love
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love , its not a love,
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not a love, its not a love song...