What good is serenading from beyond our grave?
What good are songs of longing and sentimental waves
That suddenly wash over me, insisting I was wrong
I'll forgive you for confusing the singers with the song

But lately everywhere I'll hear a tune I thought I knew
They come and go just as they damn well please
Sometimes so unexpected, sometimes as if on cue
But every song that gets to me is somehow about you

Won't you play it again
Play it again
Some small hope
Some small hope
Won't you play it again
Won't you play it again for me
Some small hope
Some small hope
Won't you play it again
Won't you play it again for me
For me

And sunset tower in the rain
Won't you play it again for me
And sunset tower in the rain

What good is serenading?
What else is there to do?
When every song inside of me
Is somehow still about you