Rhythm tide

Yeah I wanna be your muse-
What girl wouldn't?
When you play like a God
While you pray like a Sycophant
Art is so intoxicating
every piece seems
like a drug to your loved ones,
or a wild dream

But, if it's true you only play sad songs
I'd rather be there to hear them and cry along
Pulled in by your sorrow,
drowned in your fear,
tossed ashore by your anger,
but ever near

To your beating heart
Beautiful
The pulse of your fingers on the strings
just for us
As you practice miracles

I don't ever want to break you down so bad
You can only find your words through the music's mask
I hope I never push or pull that hard
Not with love or with hurt, it would break my heart

And, So
If it's true you only write sad songs
I'd rather sit at your side and sing along
So your tender heart knows that you're not alone
Because more than your muse
I want to be your home.