What hides behind the screeching sounds of a broken melody. (rewritten)
Let the music run,
from the seas to the hilltops.
Let our music play.
When silence is deafening, the world is painted with sound.
What hides behind the screeching sounds of a broken melody. (rewritten)
Let the music run,
from the seas to the hilltops.
Let our music play.
When silence is deafening, the world is painted with sound.