Gramophone stuck on track twelve
Piano keys dusted with tea
Your scarf still wraps the empty seat
Dust paints the room in blue
Strings of memory they pull me tight
Piano roars where silence lies
I won't let the dark bury the light
You're the chord I can't deny
Scrawled chords on a cinema stub
Said this song's our secret rub
Guitar riff in my bones still hum
Through every city's numb
Strings of memory they pull me tight
Piano roars where silence lies
I won't let the dark bury the light
You're the chord I can't deny
Conductor's baton hangs in air
Half-written score, half-told prayer
I stand where the spotlight stares
Waiting for the final flare
Strings of memory they pull me tight
Piano roars where silence lies
I won't let the dark bury the light
You're the chord I can't deny
Strings of memory they pull me tight
You're the chord I can't deny
