Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Hey
I know I said so many pretty things
If put to music angels ought to sing
But songs are often born from make believe
And I made you sing the melody
Then I changed the key

Hah-ah-ah…
We never saw the symphony

(Give me a picture of you. Did you burn all of yours? I don’t have any pictures of you. Really? Do you want a child photo or an adult photo? Child photo. I want the one of you being all adorable walking on a log with a stick in your hand, or something. Do you know the one?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Go
Ya know pianos better played alone
You’ve already heard all of my wrong notes
And maybe I will learn to play with soul
You’ll never know

Hah-ah-ah…
We never saw the symphony
We never saw the symphony
We never saw the symphony