Amelia - Matthew Perryman Jones

Sad like a melody

Sombodys symphony is striking a chord

Standing here looking by

Stumble around and find my way to your door

You wanna know.

Why?

You wanna know.

Why?

Hungry eyes, starving fire,

Killing to feed desire, what do you do?

We’re born into vanity,

Bones feeling everything, are we alone?

You wanna know.

Why?

Cause I wanna know.

Why?

And say it Amelia

And say it’s true

And that our lives were thought the dying we do, Amelia

And say it Amelia

And say it’s true

And that our lives were thought the dying we do, Amelia

A beautiful melody,

Somebody’s symphony is striking a chord