read between the lines

Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning

An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, depair
Overlapping melodies

And it's not a love, it's not a love
it's not a love, it's not a love song
it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

And now the loops are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metered time
Muted chimes find the beat

And in the pulse there lies convistion
A steady push and pull routine
Till cymbals swelled
High notes feel into reach

And it's not a love, it's not a love
it's not a love, it's not a love song
it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

it's not a love, it's not a love
it's not a love, it's not a love song
it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
it's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

Maria Taylor, "Song Beneath The Song"