I) A SERENADE (Andy-piano) II) PLAYING ON (Andy Vocal) Hide in the heart in a secret place, Spirit locked behind our public face Lost in our forgotten years, Imprisoned by our mental peers, Playing on, through the Ethersphere Playing on, nothing interferes And in our own sweet time, In our darkened homes, We'll sneak a listen, To the music that died alone Played across such jambled staves Stay through dictated waves The bar lines slash like red-tape Across the manuscript of life, All its melodies are traped in templates, And designer culture's knives Playing on, through the Ethersphere Playing on, even if no-one hears, And in our own sweet time, In our darkened homes, We'll sneak a listen To the music that died alone. We hide such high ambition Behind the vestige of smiles, Deny such thoughts' existence With cheap "one liners" for a while Feeding to the critics, All the things that might have been, Who turn ambition to pretention, To outmoded and obscene Sell our dreams To the mainstream's sway Mould our lives, To a typecast for today. We pay people to destroy us In the media every day So we'll all know our place and keep it, And never want to move away. IV) REPRISE (Andy Vocal)