I am the Overture the rising dark
A phantom chord no hand can catch or keep
I am the echo in an empty hall
The mask that smiles while all the dreamers sleep
I held the chandelier high and bright
Now watch it crash in fragments on the floor
I am the barricade that falls at night
The anthem sung behind a closing door
I am the Memory the scattered sand
The name you whisper when the lights are low
A single note stretched out to no-man's-land
The shadow dancing where the roses grow
I am the Glory and the bitter fall
The velvet rope the gilded fading frame
I am the curtain waiting for the call
The silent letter with no name
I sang of love that burned like violet flame
Of angels stumbling on their knees in stone
I am the song that calls you still the same
The wild refrain you carry home
I am the dream that no one dares to sell
The broken chord that somehow still remains
I am the music heaven and the hell
The final whisper running through your veins
Now let the curtain fall the darkness come
I am the silence when the last bow's done
