The World is a Symphony

paper plates and plastic cups
can't seperate the people now
melodramatic and acting like
they are down and out

turn the corner just to move
yourself to a new place
distractions are designed to
keep you out of this headspace

this insatiable desire
for the unknown
keeps me looking through
the overlooked and overgrown

between the strings inside
you'll find whatever's left of me
I sing in stereo but
you move like a symphony

you move like a symphony
like a symphony

what is it about us that
makes us all so insecure
finding reasons and excuses
to make ourselves unsure

what ever happened to our
confidence and self belief
the world won't stop turning
for a sinful bunch of soul theives

ever heard the saying none so
blind as he who will not see

distractions are designed
to find whatever's left of me

I sing in stereo to a
sinful bunch of soul theives

the world wont stop turning
because it is a symphony