Lyrics:

I want to find this girl I know
I need to take her out
I set a snare in evening air
Made of faith and hope and doubt
I want to spend some time with her
Learn the secrets of her trade
I wouldn't mean to cross the line
And look into the other side
Forbidden to my kind
Forbidden to my kind

I need to hang out with my love
The raven-headed sprite
I know I'll never dance like her
Or keep her up at nine
I need to hang around with her
I need to let her know
Her cause is mine
I'm but a slave
I look into her wondrous gaze
And taste the strangest core
And make the purest noise

What I would do to meet the girl, I stand out in the rain
I serve my window watching close, she will appear again
Still polishing her crazy nails
Still whispering curlies, drunk on song
If I could only right my wrongs and take her to my favourite place
And steal a melody
'Cause I need only see her face
A dozen worries fall away
And music rushes in

Listen to the sound of life (and I want to be fair)
Drink deep of the day (and I'll need your address)
Wait for her, but don't obsess (why do you have to run)
She called beyond the way (No I don't want a cab)
Winds will blow and storms will rage (if it pleases a man)
The music's always sad (and you try hard to run)
Money tends to disappear (well I can't read your mind)
Beauty crumbles with the years (no, I can't read your mind)
But music is for us (music is for us)
Music is for us (music is for us)

What I would do to meet the girl, I stand out in the rain
I serve my window watching close, she will appear again
Still polishing her crazy nails
Still whispering curlies, drunk on song
If I could only right my wrongs and take her to my favourite place
And steal a melody
'Cause I need only see her face
A dozen worries fall away
And music rushes in

If I could only see her face and know that she was close
There is a deeper magic here, the everlasting muse
I left the danger for a night
I left the sadness for a day
And know that I am in safe hands
She'll pay the bill and smoke cigar
Another masking skill
She reads the manuscript with zeal
And then she'll add your middle name
A tapestry of words
A subtle gift to modern rock
She says, be popular, play pop
And you will win my love

A subtle gift to modern rock
She says, be popular, play pop
And you will win my love