The music builds, the grand theme tune
And you'll appear on screen
A dream replay, a beautiful analysis
Present
Now, our lights go, our music fades
Our hands must rest, and eyes must close
To bring it back in rolling waves
As sugar cubes, dissolving in your mouth
This is my own director's cut
In lustrous claritas
No artifacts, no photographs
Can regain the elusive melody
Now, our lights go, our music fades
Our hands must rest, and eyes must close
To bring it back in rolling waves
As sugar cubes
Now, our lights go, our music fades
Now, our lights go, our music fades
Our hands must rest, and eyes must close
To bring it back in rolling waves
As sugar cubes, dissolving in your mouth
