Out there lies inspiration
A pool of new ideas
I know these sublte magic threads
Can fade and disappear

It's just a case of grabbing them
Of reaching out
It's just a case of catching them
Singled from the crowd
But can I be so sure...
I hear the sound

Form them into music
Into structures, into scores
This instinct lies inside of me
Deep within my core

It's just a case of seeing them
Of reaching out
Uncovering, revealing them
Singled from the crowd
But can I be so sure...
I hear the sound

In my hands I hold the source
Of a thousand golden thoughts
The spring from which it flows
So why do I feel lost
And why do I feel low?

In my dreams I cannot hear
It's a cold and noiseless state
And yet there's something driving me
I must continue to create

It's just a case of grabbing them
Of reaching out
It's just a case of catching them
Singled from the crowd
But can I be so sure...
I hear the sound

In my hands I hold the source
Of a thousand golden thoughts
It's the spring from which it flows
So why do I feel lost
And why do I feel low?

In my hands I hold the source
Of a thousand golden thoughts
It's the spring from which it flows
So why do I feel lost
And why do I feel low?

Each note a distant memory
A mystery
A melody
In this cold and noiseless state
I must continue to create

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