Takes

Lyrics

[verse]

It's a little hard to put in simple words just what I feel,

But I've been sitting here trying to make my heartbeat real.

I've never been the type to speak in poetry or rhyme,

But something in your presence makes me want to take the time.

[chorus]

So excuse me if this comes out plain and true,

This is my song, and it's written just for you.

I don't have riches, don't have much to give,

But this quiet melody is how I choose to live.

[verse]

I sat down by the window watching evening turn to blue,

Thinking of the simple things that always lead to you.

The candle on the table, the record softly turning round,

These are all the treasures that I've somehow always found.

[chorus]

So excuse me if this comes out plain and true,

This is my song, and it's written just for you.

I don't have riches, don't have much to give,

But this quiet melody is how I choose to live.

[bridge]

If I could work in marble, I'd carve your name in stone,

If I could work in color, I'd never paint alone.

But all I've got is these few lines and this old piano key,

So take this humble offering, it's the best of me.

[chorus]

So excuse me if this comes out plain and true,

This is my song, and it's written just for you.

I don't have riches, don't have much to give,

But this quiet melody is how I choose to live.

Model notes (creation log)

## Metadata
**Caption:** piano ballad, string orchestration, tender, romantic, 1970, 79 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 176
**Duration:** 180.0s
**Key:** E major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
It's a little hard to put in simple words just what I feel,
But I've been sitting here trying to make my heartbeat real.
I've never been the type to speak in poetry or rhyme,
But something in your presence makes me want to take the time.

[chorus]
So excuse me if this comes out plain and true,
This is my song, and it's written just for you.
I don't have riches, don't have much to give,
But this quiet melody is how I choose to live.

[verse]
I sat down by the window watching evening turn to blue,
Thinking of the simple things that always lead to you.
The candle on the table, the record softly turning round,
These are all the treasures that I've somehow always found.

[chorus]
So excuse me if this comes out plain and true,
This is my song, and it's written just for you.
I don't have riches, don't have much to give,
But this quiet melody is how I choose to live.

[bridge]
If I could work in marble, I'd carve your name in stone,
If I could work in color, I'd never paint alone.
But all I've got is these few lines and this old piano key,
So take this humble offering, it's the best of me.

[chorus]
So excuse me if this comes out plain and true,
This is my song, and it's written just for you.
I don't have riches, don't have much to give,
But this quiet melody is how I choose to live.