Something Devine

	Doesn't it seem strange
	that even when your mind says so
	your hair hearts says \"no,
	just wait and see how it feels
	to fall in love with something real\"
	mysteries of life
	speak the mettaphysical,
	a world so full of life
	oh Christ, it must be You!
	the melody it leads me to
	**something divine
	in the perfect harmony
	with a lovely melody
	crafted with care
	and it leads me to hear…
	call it theory but i want to call it life math
	call it melody but i call that my soul's path
	call ‘em chords and let ‘em pluck the heart strings
	call ‘em instruments but they're with what the heart sings
	the semiotics and semantics of a man's life
	through the language of harmony, the soul's knife
	dividing moments in the memory, the many scenes
	and i embrace the deepest part of me, bittersweet
	the boom bap beat or maybe how the horns play
	the soft touch of keys put some color in my grey
	take me to a place of mine, there's the real me
	no mask, just the mirror called the music, see
	call me overly romantic or religious
	i feel impressions of the Maker in the rhythms
	and many times i feel my words amount to nothing
	but in a song, there is something
	something divine
	in the perfect harmony
	with a lovely melody
	crafted with care
	and it leads me to hear.

	Doesn' t it seem strange
	that even when your mind says so
	your hair hearts says " no,
	just wait and see how it feels
	to fall in love with something real"
	mysteries of life
	speak the mettaphysical,
	a world so full of life
	oh Christ, it must be You!
	the melody it leads me to
	something divine
	in the perfect harmony
	with a lovely melody
	crafted with care
	and it leads me to hear
	call it theory but i want to call it life math
	call it melody but i call that my soul' s path
	call ' em chords and let ' em pluck the heart strings
	call ' em instruments but they' re with what the heart sings
	the semiotics and semantics of a man' s life
	through the language of harmony, the soul' s knife
	dividing moments in the memory, the many scenes
	and i embrace the deepest part of me, bittersweet
	the boom bap beat or maybe how the horns play
	the soft touch of keys put some color in my grey
	take me to a place of mine, there' s the real me
	no mask, just the mirror called the music, see
	call me overly romantic or religious
	i feel impressions of the Maker in the rhythms
	and many times i feel my words amount to nothing
	but in a song, there is something
	something divine
	in the perfect harmony
	with a lovely melody
	crafted with care
	and it leads me to hear.