"Song Beneath The Song" by Maria Taylor

Cryptic words meander 
Now there is a song beneath the song 
One day you'll learn 
You'll soon discern its true meaning 
An interesting detachment 
A listless poem of love sincere 
Desire, despair 
Overlapping melodies 

And it's not a love, it's not a love 
It's not a love, it's not a love song 
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song 
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song 

And now the loops are reminiscing 
Recurring dreams of minor chords 
Metered time 
Muted chimes find the beat 

And in the pulse there lies conviction 
A steady push and pull routine 
Till cymbals swelled 
High notes fell into reach 

And it's not a love, it's not a love 
It's not a love, it's not a love song 
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song 
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song 

It's not a love, it's not a love, 
It's not a love, it's not a love song 
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song 
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song