When music is your life, you never want to let go.

The beating of her heart it all it takes to make you go insane.

You feel the bass inside your veins, the rain makes the cymbal crash.

You don't need your ears to hear what you can make.

But when it all changes.

But when it all fades.

But when it all goes to hell,

It'll never feel the same.

The day the music died, you sang to me.

I never felt so alive as I did then.

The day you saw me cry, I never can forget;

Because, I saw your eyes,

For what they really are.

I swore to God that I could feel you…

You were itching just beneath the skin- I felt you in my bones.

The beating of your heart made such sweet music…

But now that I'm here, I've got no where to go.

But when it all changes.

But when it all fades.

But when it all goes straight to hell,

It'll never feel the same.

The day the music died, you sang to me.

I never felt so alive as I did then.

The day you saw me cry, I never can forget;

Because, I saw your eyes,

For what they really are.

Why did you change my melody?

The bass never was so wild.

The tempo's reached the retardando

And now we're slowing down.

The day the music died, you sang to me.

I never felt so alive as I did then.

The day you saw me cry, I never can forget;

Because, I saw your eyes… your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.

But when it all changes.

But when it all fades.

But when it all goes to hell,

It'll never feel the same.

But when it all changes.

But when it all fades.

But when it all goes to hell,

It'll never feel the same.

It'll never feel the same.

It'll never feel the same.

It'll never feel the same.

(it'll never feel the same)

Why did you change my melody?

The bass never was so wild.

The tempo's reached the retardando

And now we're slowing down.

I'll never feel the same.