Peter Bradley Adams - I Hear A Symphony

Every time I watch the news
I hear a symphony,
Every time you cough up a noose
I hear a symphony,
Late at night when the shots are like bells
I hear a symphony,
When disillusioned is a fragrance that sells
I hear a symphony.

And you are not alone,
You are not alone
I swear this burden is not your own,
You are not alone.

In the subway of a slow dark pain
I hear a symphony,
In the eyes of an old Polish woman on that train
I hear a symphony,
In the echo of a muscle that fled
I hear a symphony,
In the sheets of a big and haunted bed
I hear a symphony.

And you are not alone,
You are not alone
I swear this burden is not your own,
You are not alone.

From the seagulls at the garbage dump
I hear a symphony,
Ritz Carlton sanitarium
I hear a symphony,
In the bunting of corruption and hate
I hear a symphony,
In a language that shows your age
I hear a symphony.

You are not alone,
You are not alone,
I swear this burden is not your own,
You are not alone.

In the sparkle of a young girl's eye,
Exclusive footage of a suicide,
In the ambitions of astronauts,
In the Eden of tinsel and rot.

And you are not alone,
You are not alone,
I swear this burden is not your own,
You are not alone.

You are not alone,
No, you are not alone,
You are not alone