[Intro: A single violin weeping. The sound of a glass breaking in slow motion.] (The green light is dying...) (Open your eyes, James Gatz...) [Verse 1] Gatsby, you’re drowning in a sea of your own gold Buying every secret that was never meant to be sold You look at Daisy like she’s a star fallen to the floor But she’s just a girl behind a locked, silver door You offer her a crown made of your every breath and bone But she’s terrified to sit upon that holy throne (Holy throne) To you, she’s a miracle; to herself, she’s a ghost You’re loving the version of her that she hates the most [Verse 2] Now see the contrast, see the man who shares her bed Tom walks in the room and leaves the flowers dead He’s got a mistress in the city and a fist like a stone But he’s the only language that Daisy has ever known (Ever known) Tom doesn't ask her to be perfect or to be true He just asks her to be a Buchanan, through and through He gives her the sting, he gives her the cold, hard grime And she finds peace in the dirt because it saves her the climb [Chorus: The music explodes—huge strings, thundering drums, absolute grand scale.] She chose the sting because the light was a lie she couldn't keep She chose the man who treats her like a secret he can’t reap Gatsby, your love is a mountain she’s too lazy to scale She’d rather stay in the valley where the air is stale She wants the dirt, she wants the familiar bruise Because a goddess is a title she’s too hollow to use (She chose the dirt) (She always chooses the dirt) [Bridge: The music turns dark and aggressive. High-energy cinematic tension.] The yellow car is screaming, the blood is on the wheel Gatsby takes the fall just to show her that he’s real He’s waiting in the garden, staring at her light While Daisy sits with Tom in the hollow of the night They’re whispering over plates of cold chicken and hate Binding their souls before it’s too late (Too late) She isn't looking for Gatsby; she’s burying the man She’s safe in the hands of a cruel, broken man (She let him bleed) (She got what she needs) [Chorus: Full epic volume. The vocals are soaring and desperate.] She chose the sting because the light was a lie she couldn't keep She chose the man who treats her like a secret he can’t reap Gatsby, your love is a mountain she’s too lazy to scale She’d rather stay in the valley where the air is stale She wants the dirt, she wants the familiar bruise Because a goddess is a title she’s too hollow to use (Everything you gave...) (Is just a lonely grave...) [Outro: The music dies down to a low, rumbling bass and a final, haunting piano.] Listen to the revelation, weigh the sacrifice you gave: You built a mansion just to be a witness to your own grave. There is no wisdom in a love that doesn't see the truth: Daisy is the poison, and Tom is the proof. She chose the dirt. She’s at peace in the grime. And Gatsby... you’re just a ghost out of time. (The light is out) (She chose the dirt) [End: The sound of a single, cold splash in a swimming pool.]
