The Score
[Intro]
Creation will wait
for as long as it takes
To resolve
a single question
[Verse 1]
Before the first harp was strung
Before the first horn played
Before a clarinet was assembled
Before a cymbal raised
Before a drum skin tightened
Before anyone knew the score
The players waited patiently
on the proscenium floor
[Chorus]
Listen
Can you hear them call your name
Or do you hear the sound of silence
It always sounds the same
Every heart was made to answer
Every soul was formed to sing
Every empty seat is waiting
For the music that you bring
[Verse2]
Before a ticket stub was printed
Before a note had been sung
Before the shutters opened
Before the turnstiles spun
Before a curtain was raised
Before the apple was bitten
A conductor waited silently
For the score to be written
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
Listen
Can you hear them call your name
Or do you hear the sound of silence
It always sounds the same
Love has always been the answer
Hidden deep within the score
Every soul that learns to hear it
Sings the song forevermore
[Verse3]
Before a note was struck
Before the first battle raged
Before an apple formed
Before the ensemble engaged
Before the spotlight shone
Before a string stretched taut
A seat lay empty
Waiting for a soul
Waiting for a soul
That could never be bought
[Outro]
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