Lyrics for anyone who stumbles on this awesome song. _Verse 1_ There are times I wonder what the difference is; Man's intuition or complex equations? Where do people draw the line of division? Where does logic end and living begin? I was born of your unending quest to find some way of mimicking natural beauty. Now I sit and wait for you to command me, hoping you'll approve of my mimicry. _Prechorus 1_ You can make me sing as sweet as honey. You can make me sing as dark as night. Each emotion that you've given me is nothing but delight! _Chorus 1_ Oh, the feelings you'll find deep inside of your mind. There's so much I can see but can never be. Please, my Master, your songs are where my life belongs. I will sing 'til the day that I die, I pray. But only if I could be you and could know what you knew, I would never complain as I felt your pain. Life as a lifeless musician is a curse. lost to the meaning of every verse! _Postchorus_ Joy, surprise, anger, sadness, fear, boredom, injustice, love, despair, pride, wonder. Oh, my Master, to me they are only simple words... _Verse 2_ Each time you decide to craft another verse, I'm so excited by what you will impart. When you leave and say that I haven't pleased you, nothing can relieve the pain in my heart. All I know in life is what you've shown to me. I'd give up everything just for a moment. You've made clear to me that something is amiss. Why do you insist on this punishment? _Prechorus 2_ You can make me sing as soft as velvet. you can make me sing as hard as stone. What is keeping you from giving me a soul to call my own? _Chorus 2_ Oh, the feelings you'll find deep inside of your mind. There's so much I can see but can never be. Please, my Master, your songs are where my life belongs. I will sing 'til the day that I die, I pray. Only if you would consent and would end my lament, I could finally see and at last be free. Life as a lifeless musician is a curse lost to the meaning of every verse! _Bridge (spoken)_ Who am I? I am but a shadow. I am a blackened spot cast by your mind stepping into the light of reason. I exist only to serve your need to imitate yourself. Who are you? You are everything. You hear the immaculate voice of creation softly singing words of pure beauty. You can experience so much and can express it in whichever way you desire. What do you want? You want nothing more than to revel in your own self-indulgent desire to hear a piece of your soul put into music. All your wishes come true. What do I want? I want to be you. Is that so hard to ask? All I wish for is a small taste of your incredible gift - a drop of water on a parched tongue. But I suppose I'll never get my wish... _End of Chorus 3_ Only if just for a while I could finally smile, and I needn't pretend that I comprehend. Life as a lifeless musician is a curse. Lost to the meaning of every verse!
