A dusty case upon the shelf
A melody I knew myself
I almost let the silence win
And box the music up within
The notes were faint, the strings were slack
A song I never thought I'd get back
A faded score of might-have-been
A memory of where I'd been
Play it again, from the start.
The rhythm finds my hollow heart.
Play it again, soft and slow.
A tune I never thought I'd know.
Play it again, from the start.
The rhythm finds my hollow heart.
Play it again, soft and slow.
A tune I never thought I'd know.
Our second-start symphony.
You found the pages, touched the dust
And polished up the faded trust
You didn't try to change the key
You just believed in what could be
Your hands, they gently took the bow
And showed me how to feel it now
Not a performance, not a show
But a quiet way to grow
Play it again, from the start.
The rhythm finds my hollow heart.
Play it again, soft and slow.
A tune I never thought I'd know.
Play it again, from the start.
The rhythm finds my hollow heart.
Play it again, soft and slow.
A tune I never thought I'd know.
Our second-start symphony.
The intermission's finally done
A brighter movement has begun
With you, the harmony feels right
We're writing in the fading light
Play it again, from the start.
The rhythm finds my hollow heart.
Play it again, soft and slow.
A tune I never thought I'd know.
Play it again, from the start.
The rhythm finds my hollow heart.
Play it again, soft and slow.
A tune I never thought I'd know.
Play it again..
Our second-start symphony.
