THE STEREO KNEW ALL ALONG The plan was simple Pin point with a compass twice And draw the inner circle So I sit like a cassette in a radio In the cassette deck drowning in our song Memories are making a melody It’s sad you were never in the studio The throng knew all along We had no fan of their glory Sometimes I wonder why pain Breeds the best poetry Intuition seems boring Doesn’t matter where I am going As long as the ride is thrilling This roller coaster is not stopping Till friction stops where it’s burning The hottest But it seems tears never vaporize Because the stereo knew all along That our story will be a sad song The imagery is beyond The nights of IMAX Dolby Digital, pretense is our Oscars The golden organ is our Grammy The sweetest love song Brewed by bitterest experience I would sell this motion picture To stick to the bigger picture