Letra de Above The Music

I'm so glad she broke my heart it's very useful for my art and who wants to be lost in life itself from underneath these heavy rains the similes take off like planes and when the women come to wish me well I'll tell them i can't hear you above the music that's playing in my head i can't see you above the music and i can't touch you at all So lay us off or let us starve or make us fight so you can carve our names onto some wall when we're no more but try to put our songs to bed, man they're not sleeping, they're not dead and when death comes a knockin' at my door I'll cry out i can't hear you above the music that's playing in my head i can't see you above the music and you can't hurt me at all Hide the banjos hide the drums they're marching up the hill with guns but we're ok and que sera blah blah we'll tell them "burn our records, bomb our kind we've melodies you'll never find so if you wanted quiet -- na na na"