(c) 2008 TreijannnnI am music, made of musicnThis is what feelings sound likenNothing's quite the samennI am keyboard, lonely keyboardnAnd I'm black, and I'm whitenBut i always sound the samenIn major, or in minor, i am musicnnThere, is just something i cannot explainnHow it rules my life more than everythingnFar away, there are little notes inside my headnListen to the music, and flynHow my soul criesnn(Are we happy?)nnAnd i feel happy, yeahnA world inside of menCoz the Lyrics' [are] in my BloodstreamnAnd melodies appear in my, DreamsnOf different sounds my Soul,nControls the heart that beats inn7/8 time, but i get it, any genre, yeah i like itnIn a bad mood, when I'm lonelynWhen my girlfriend's gone and left menThere is Musicnn(In Time, Rhythm, Love, Passion)