This needs drums methinks. Lyrics: Blanket sighs all locked inside All through these days we gleam and glide Remembered notes all at your side A sense of promise, a sense of pride A freedom dealt to us like hearts Or keys on metal strings And all it is is good to know This felt for anything A tingling laugh of seventh smiles Or time, our eyes reflect The bitter cold with chords and scarves Against the wind, protect What is this waste if not a growth? Emotions, thoughts connect We meet at beats in tiny rooms Not what they all expect Will they ever see this part of us?