Laconic Symphonies

Hes a man of few words
But his face tells the story
Of the world he knows
And the things that he's seen

He stays on his own
But he doesn't feel lonely
Feels he's comfortable
In his own skin

And he writes his own laconic symphonies
The words are short but the stories they tell
He writes his own laconic symphonies
They started bad, but they end so well

When he opens his mouth
Who is going to listen
Will he play his song
To the audience of one
And he knows
That it really doesn't matter
Because the song
Will play forever in his heart

And he writes his own laconic symphonies
The words are short but the stories they tell
He writes his own laconic symphonies
They started bad, but they end so well

And he writes his own laconic symphonies
The words are short but the stories they tell
He writes his own laconic symphonies
They started bad, but they end so well

When the time has come to write another story
When the time has come to write another story
When the time has come to write another story
Who will hear?
Who will hear?
When the time has come to write another story
When the time has come to write another story
When the time has come to write another story
Who will hear?
Who will hear?



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Writer(s): Matthew Finn
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