[Verse 1] Under violet moonlight, where the strange ones belong, They gather together and turn life into song. A pack with midnight in Their eyes, Conducting chaos beneath lavender skies. [Short solo] [Verse 2] A Rhythm with a heartbeat that dances in time, Clings close without slide as the bass starts to climb. The strings growl and shimmer, the speakers awake, While every odd creature has music to make. [Pre-chorus] As drums strike thunder from shadows behind, While silver-haired fingers make melodies wind. [Chorus] No bloodline could measure the bond that they share, For family is found in the ones who are there. Different as moonlight, yet perfectly true, A beautiful mess of every strange hue. [Instrumental solo] [Bridge] So let the world whisper, “They're nothing alike,” They'll answer with music that echoes all night. For under one moon, through the wild and the free, Family isn't what you're born to be. [Chorus] No bloodline could measure the bond that they share, For family is found in the ones who are there. Different as moonlight, yet perfectly true, A beautiful mess of every strange hue. [Outro] It's laughter and rhythm, It's chaos and grace, It's finding your people In the strangest place. And when morning arrives And the purple fades away, They'll still be together— All in the family.
