Sonata
He is the one who plays the pianoHe is the one who wants to loveShe is the one who touched his heartHe made too much of this, of course
I guess that's allThey feel so smallHe is the one who wants the crowd to disappearHe is the one who draws them nearHe is asleep, deep and cynicalShe stays awake to sing sonata
I guess that's allThey feel so smallHis dreams are a boat, he's sailing awayHe's just a wreck at the end of the dayHe mails her a letterHe should have burnedHe mails her a letterHe should have burned
He fell in love with a photographIf he told her the story she'd have to laughShe feels a distance like a featherHe's just a fool for stormy weather
I guess that's allThey feel so smallHis dreams are a boat, he's sailing awayShe's just a wreck at the end of the dayHe mails her a letterHe should have burnedHe mails her a letterHe should have burned