Isn't it lovely, oh the rhythm of the sea
The deep black blue whispers, gentle melodies
Isn't it lovely, oh the pitter-patter of the rain
The drops fall upon your face, each with its own dimming
The sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible
To find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space
But somehow, that beauty's lost and they need to
Need to be just another symphony
Another week beat in a worn out tune
But never of who we are, who we need to be
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wonder what we could do with our own simple melody
Isn't it lovely, oh the disposition of the trees
So peaceful, say this mist that falling leaves
Isn't it lovely, oh that foggy morning, rusty sun
Perched on your windowsill, revealing shades and hues
The sky is vast with stars and it seems impossible
To find a place where there is endless amounts of time and space
But somehow, that beauty's lost and they need to
Need to be just another symphony
Another week beat in a worn out tune
But never of who we are, who we need to be
Never of who we are, who we need to be
Oh, oh, oh, oh, what, what we could do with our own simple melody
Oh, oh, oh, oh, what, what we could do with our own simple melody
Oh, oh, oh, oh, what, what we could do with our own simple melody