keeping it quiet to hold them still
not knowing what it'll become
always knew you wished me dance with the 'proper' pieces you so liked

but you smiled
I saw your that smile

whatever the tones that's reached my ears
all the pretty notes you wrote
everything filling in the air that divided us causing

pollution

my fingers knew how to follow the right scale
remembering rhythms by heart
you taught me well how to play it in the way preferred

even so

now the sound is pouring out with its flawless way

never mind if you wonder I'm sane because
I'm composing my own tunes
- the broken record I might be

whatever the tones that's reaching my ears
all the pretty notes you write
everything filled in the air that dividing us

noisy pollution

in the air