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We wrote out the song on a napkin sheet
I filled in the bass, you built the beat
The words were all there, the chorus was sweet
One last little mark made the song incomplete
We sang what we had, and the crowd gave a cheer
But the last missing word was the one held dear
We took our bow, and the stage went bright
We carried that song to the edge of the night
We were one note short of the perfect chord
One beat behind when the music soared
And it hums in my chest like a half-finished song
The melody’s there but the words didn’t belong
We were one note short of the perfect chord
One beat behind when the music soared
So we dance to the beat that we never fully caught
And the half-heard song is the whole of our thought
We sang what we had, and the crowd gave a cheer
But the last missing word was the one held dear
We took our bow, and the stage went bright
We carried that song to the edge of the night
We were one note short of the perfect chord
One beat behind when the music soared
And it hums in my chest like a half-finished song
The melody’s there but the words didn’t belong
We were one note short of the perfect chord
One beat behind when the music soared
So we dance to the beat that we never fully caught
And the half-heard song is the whole of our thought
