Music, music, music, music, music...

I didn’t know that I was gonna be so lonely when you went away

I didn’t know if I could do it by myself

Every night I dry my eyes, I hate goodbyes I wish you would stayed

I keep reliving the day that I found out (oh uh)

Now there’s no way for me to fake it,

And the only way that I can make it,

Is if memories sing to me, telling me, softly that everything will be all right

I put your picture by my bed

I remember what you said oh so well

You always said I could do anything I tried

I used to sing to you, and play, to you and pray for that you’d get well

Still hear your voice inside my head and that will never die

No, No

and there’s no way for me to fake it,

And the only way that I can make it,

My memories sing to me, telling me, softly that everything was right

Ohh... It's all about the music...

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yeaa...!

(it's all about the music)

(music, music, music)

about music...