And plays the quiet in my heart
Maybe one day you'll find
This sound I've held inside,
That song...
our voices align
You call me calm, you call me home,
But don't know how deep these feelings roam
Every time you say my name,
It's like a quiet, midnight flame.
If you could feel this harmony... (if you could feel)
We move like chords no one can hear
So close but still apart
Your smile, it echoes in my ear
And plays the quiet in my heart
Maybe one day you'll find
This sound I've held inside,
That song...
our voices align
No big words, no perfect lines,
Just the rhythm under signs
If you listen through the dark
You'll find the chord that lights the spark.
We move like chords... close, apart,
Your light still echoes in my heart....
Andnow our voices align...
So this is what he’s been scribbling in that notebook.
I don’t know the lyrics to this song, but somehow my heart does, and I don’t understand why.
Vincent’s voice carries the words, wrapped in the melody of the instruments. Max joins him on the choruses, their voices blending seamlessly, as if they were meant to sing together.
The crowd claps along, utterly entranced by my best friend’s voice. I’ve never heard him sing with such raw intensity. It’s like he’s feeling every single word, pouring himself into the music. The way his fingers tear over the strings sends shivers racing up my arms. He sounds desperate, as if the song’s the only way to release something that’s been consuming him for too long. Every note feels like a confession.
The lyrics are breathtaking—I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so beautiful. Hearing him sing a song he wrote himself eclipses every cover, every Nirvana riff, every Frusciante solo.
