Muse - Panic Room

Under my skin

And over the silence

All I can hear is the echo of you

Under my skin

And over the silence

All I can hear is the echo of you

Let it begin, how beautiful science

If I am the poet, then you are my muse

Into the night

And perfect in motion

Deep as the dolphins that swim

With the moon

Lost in a world of purest of motion

If I am the rider then you are my muse

My muse

Until the end

A delicate notion

Always the one who is here in my tune

Lost in our world

Of surest devotion

If I am the sculptor than you are my muse