Our music sounds,
 The heart’s beat behind the waves
 And there’s where you should tell him
 how you feel
 And it’s hard to be here
 And it’s hard to be you
 If you only
 If you only
 Could take something away
 
 Our people, why
 Do you think they run away from you?
 You think you are the worst of kinds
 Just because you long so much more
 And I started to hurt myself
 And in the dark times
 In the dark times
 The symphony Los Angeles
 It’s so sad
 It’s so sad
 
 Naa—
 Oh—-
 
 I must have been dreaming
 I must have been dreaming
 
 With you, you, you
 I can try, I can try to be low, low, low
 with what I do, what I do
 And you, you, you in my ears,
 in my ears I’ve been told, told, told, to be low
 And it had to be music first in my ears,
 in my ears I’ve been told, told, told
 to be low, to be low,
 I’ve been told