Soft your fingers wipe away the pain So warm like sinshine following the rain Morning always comes too soon And I still I won't do hear the tune again If you were a song I'd play you over and over again Like a music of the symphony it rushes in to cover me and then Just when I think the music's gone you touch me and I hear the song again Your fingers gently strum the strings if anyone can't make me sing you can If you were a song I'd play you over and over again Your words they always fit the empty Sweet love like you were written just for me Your arms reach out to keep the time Your lips repeat the lines I understand If you were a song I'd play you over and over again Like a music of the symphony... If you were a song I'd play you over and over again