Leftover Chords...

The studio light is a window you can't see through,
We guard the rooms turned from gold to a lonely blue.
A sudden draft where a sister used to stand,
Leaving a tape roll spinning in the sand.

The planes are roaring high above the sea,
But you chose the shadow, you chose to be free
(Chose to be free)

The chords live on! (The chords live on...)
Even when the lights go dim.
The chords live on! (The chords live on...)
Floating on the ocean's rim.
Sisters and friends slipping into the shade,
But we still dance to the music we made!
The chords live on...
Yeah, they live on.

The gold on the wall is collecting winter dust,
The master tapes are a legacy we trust.
You took your voice and you turned it into smoke,
While the synthesizer played the final joke.

The cameras are looking for a missing face,
But you left no shadow, you left no trace.
(Left no trace)

The chords live on! (The chords live on...)
Even when the lights go dim.
The chords live on! (The chords live on...)
Floating on the ocean's rim.
Sisters and friends slipping into the shade,
But we still dance to the music we made
The chords live on...
Yeah, they live on.
 
Ten million hands clapping in the dark,
But you only wanted a silent park.
The singers are gone...
[Snare drum roll]
But the music won.

The chords live on... (Live on...)
Hear them fade...
Leftover chords...