The Symphony

Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper And they creak under your sockless feet A secret door, a door undiscovered You knock so gently in case you're heard A record plays a song that you've not heard It is perfect, it is home Everything now, everything's different It is sweeter on your tongue 'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream, The engine's more a sigh than a scream, Your ghosts look more like angels from there, The coast comes like a raft of warm air, 'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream, The engine's more a sigh than a scream, Your ghosts look more like angels from there, The coast comes like a raft of warm air A symphony slow music of longing Plays in movements inside your head There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you Like they used to, anymore 'Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream, The engine's more a sigh than a scream, Your ghosts look more like angels from there, The coast comes like a raft of warm air, You can see the road ahead in your dream, The engine's more a sigh than a scream, Your ghosts look more like angels from there, The coast comes like a raft of warm air If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get If this is all you ever asked for, then this is all you'll get --- The Symphony - Snow Patrol