Standing on an old
Telephone booth to ask
The wind often, if 'she' can
Hear him play.
He plays it like a smooth
Refuge of warmth on a
Winter night. He plays it like
Slide of a water drop
From molten ice.
He plays it like capitalism
Wanna stop running and
Catch up some
Music lessons ASAP.
And he plays it like-
The dustbin nearby
May wanna fall asleep.
But the plastic wrappers
Inside don't let it
As they wanna dance.
The dogs have heard it.
The birds have admired.
The dragonflies have given up
Their flight to listen him
Play all night.
Not bothering with anyone's pleas.
The wind swirls deaf.
When asked 'why' it says-
Not bothering with anyone's pleas.
The wind swirls deaf.
When asked 'why' it says-
It has been in love with the same
Moonlight-soaked beauty-
The boy wants to send
Moonlight-soaked beauty-
The boy wants to send
His song to.
And the tune is so good,
Out of jealousy-
To her, even out of mistake
It can't convey the song.
Out of jealousy-
To her, even out of mistake
It can't convey the song.