[Style: Folk Ballad, Acoustic, Male Vocal, Raspy, Intimate, Melancholic, Slow, Nylon Guitar Solo, Late Night Room Atmosphere] [Intro - solo nylon guitar, fingerpicking, gentle, room reverb] [Verse 1 - warm, nostalgic, almost smiling] So long ago, I scarcely trust the years, Before the silence, before the fears. My guitar spoke the words I kept inside — She heard them all, and she did not hide. We asked for nothing, had no debt to pay, Just mornings golden, and each gentle day. And in that stillness, nothing else was true Except the beauty passing — me and you. Everything is fine, everything is fine. [Short instrumental - guitar continues] [Verse 2 - quieter, more intimate, with bitter irony, almost whispering the last lines] You are somewhere now I cannot reach, With someone else who says the things I teach Myself to forget, but cannot unlearn — He calls you precious, and your laughter burns The same as when you turned to me, and smiled. I hope you have it all, my wayward child. I hope the world gives everything you need, And every one of your tomorrows bleeds With nothing but the loveliest of light — Everything is really fine, everything is really fine.. (Oh, it's my sick imagination...) [Short instrumental - guitar, slightly darker] [Verse 3 - tired, resigned, voice cracks slightly] But I am weathered, and my hands are worn, My guitar lies splintered and forlorn. The years have drained her, hollowed out her chest — She gave me everything, and now she rests. Just like the two of us, she was undone By all the seasons, one by one by one. Yet still I hold the echo of her tone — That old, unshattered love I call my own. Everything is fine, everything is fine. [Bridge - building slightly, more emotional, voice strains] I will mend her — gently, as I can — And let her murmur like a broken man. I'll pour a glass of something dark and deep, And sit alone, and break the long-held sleep. With a voice that barely holds a tune, I'll sing to ghosts beneath the sinking moon. [Verse 4 - rising, warmer, almost hopeful, voice stronger] And in that moment, you will be right there, Young as the morning, breathing the same air. You will be listening, the way you did — When all our stories were but walls we hid Behind, and every note was true and clear. And we will have no distance, and no fear. The old warmth rises, and the cold withdraws, And we are beautiful without a cause. Everything is really fine, everything is really fine.. (...I almost believe it now.) [Outro - guitar solo, slow, fading, single notes, whispered over the last chords] Everything is beautiful... Still beautiful... Fine. [Guitar fades out, room silence, one last creak]
