carrying a note forever

If you're standing next to someone

Who doesn't know your name
Come in, pull up a chair
You and me, we're the same

This is the palace of the thinkers,
Dreamers, in-betweeners

The broken record-players
Hearing something in this music
Here the wind blows softly,
Carrying a note forever
Cradling the melody of hope

If you're screaming in the dark
And no one hears your voice
Welcome to this whole new world of sound
Come in friend, sit down

This is the palace of the thinkers,
Dreamers, in-betweeners
The broken record-players
Hearing something in this music
Here the wind blows softly,
Carrying a note forever
Cradling the melody of hope

Oh it's the atmosphere of truth
With an offering of peace
Under your flesh of weathered pride
So many broken dreams
Fallen man and other things

If you're reaching out to no one
And holding in a smile
Come in and know your name
Friend, I'm listening

This is the palace of the thinkers,
Dreamers, in-betweeners
The broken record-players
Hearing something in this music
Here the wind blows softly,
Carrying a note forever
Cradling the melody of hope

~ Come In ~ Sarah Masen ~