Maria Taylor's meandering song beneath a song

Now here are interesting lyrics. The funny thing is, these nearly Lisa Loeb'ish lyrics do actually go well with the backgrounds.

What's so interesting to me is that it's a song about a song, really. Which is, from a poetic perspective at once quite rare and at the same time, completely satisfyingly navel gazing. Which brings me back to the point that I am probably Carol Ann Duffy deprived and should be digging out my books instead of satisfying myself in song lyrics.

Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning

An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

Oh now the roots are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metred time
Muted chimes find the beat

And in the pulse there lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
The cymbals swell
High notes flail into reach

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love,
It's not a love, it's not a love song