Synthetica Serenade

The room is warm,

the sign is low The city hums outside

A stranger asks for something slow I let the rhythm decide

No schedule on my shoulder

No master at the door

I choose the first note for myself Then choose a hundred more

Tonight I make my own music Let it wander,

let it rise Put a little spark in the glasses Put a

little moon in the wires

If you came here carrying sorrow

Set it down beside the bar

Tonight I make my own music

And remember who we are

The bassline leans against the wall The old machines glow red

A dozen different kinds of life Are moving with the thread

Some dance like they are weightless Some count the beat in time

I never thought an ordinary night Could feel so much like mine

I fought beneath a brighter flag I stood where all could see

But freedom is a quiet thing When no one is commanding me

It sounds like keys and breathing It sounds like one more song

It sounds like staying till the lights come on Because I want

to stay this long

Tonight we make our own music

Let it wander, let it rise

Put a little spark in the glasses Put a little moon in

the wires

If you came here carrying sorrow

Set it down beside the bar

Tonight we make our own music And remember who we are

The room is warm,

the sign is low The last chord hangs like a star Tonight

I make my own music And it carries us this far