MUSIC FOR SALE

THE WITNESS

The shadows of the day grow longer
The call of the night grows stronger
Her mood is low, the moon is high
She knows it’s there, just out of sight
The pull inside can’t be denied

But like an old friend, it waits patiently
Like a true friend, she fulfills its destiny
Pulls it to her chest
Slides her palm along the neck

[PRE-CHORUS]
Her left hand tells her what she already knows
Her nimble fingers move fast then slow
They pulse, they fret, they hesitate
In deep anticipation the right hand waits

[CHORUS]
Will she make it cry
Make it plead
Make it sing to me
Hit me with a minor that drives me to my knees
And just when I think
I know where she’ll go
She takes me to a new high – or low
And what once was hollow overflows

[Instrumental]

[BRIDGE]
Inside this lonely space a spark informs
The shape her left hand takes
Vibrations pass right through her
With borrowed hands she creates
She’s merely a witness
As her hands fulfill their fate

[VERSE]
On the one hand, she can never forget
What her mem’ry always knows
But the other hand is free to play
Where the wild gardens grow
Her fingers brush and sweep and pull
Until their work is done
And when the timing’s right
Two hollow bodies become one

[PRE-CHORUS]
Her left hand tells her what she already knows
Her nimble fingers move fast then slow
They pulse, they fret, they hesitate
And with a deep understanding the right hand plays

[CHORUS]
Will she make it cry
Make it plead
Make it sing to me
Hit me with a minor that drives me to my knees
And just when I think
I know where she’ll go
She takes me to a new high – or low
And what once was hollow overflows