There's nothing but the music
the beating of our hearts
we are caught in the rhythm
they can't set us apart

There's nothing but the music
the flow of inner strings
we are the birds of summer
Ray's playing on our wings

There's nothing but the music
last notes are on their way
there's nothing but the music
but is it here to stay?

There's nothing but the music
divine and heaven-made
My heart's drum has stopped beating -
the music's cue to fade
There's nothing at the curtain,
there's nothing.
We are late.