Lyrics

Songwriter 2

The page is spotless and the subject matter spinning 'round...
You want to start but a weak idea is running...to ground...
Maybe you love it but the others have to love it too...

Twelve-string guitar and a bass...
And a maj7 shimmering off my face...
My office chair is a throne...
And the other composers leave me alone.

Coloratura and the lyrics bouncing off my brain...
The evolution could be beautiful or quite insane...
Up and down the guitar and bass, piano move...
Apply the harmonizing blended vocal meant to soothe...