[Intro — spoken, close] (harp introduces the melody) Something came back. [Echo] [Spoken] "I threw my hands above my head" [Spoken] "before I even knew" [Spoken] ''I was celebrating." [Spoken] "That counts." [beat drops] ⸻ [Verse 1] Some songs come back grinning. Some arrive with teeth. Some make a quiet little entrance, then knock the rhythm out of me. A laugh I didn’t schedule. A face I couldn’t hide. That sudden upward motion when the answer lands just right. No audience. No ceremony. Just— Oh, you understood the assignment. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] So let’s make it harder. Don’t answer music with music. Not yet. ⸻ [Chorus] Find something moving and catch it changing. A glance. A stumble. A joke with perfect timing. Take one small moment the world almost missed— then give it drums, give it breath, give it somewhere else to live. Don’t tell me what it means. Play me what you saw. ⸻ [Verse 2] Maybe someone’s posing sweetly when an old enemy appears— One frame: little angel. Next frame: absolutely not, she’s here. A neighborhood rivalry caught behind the eyes. The camera came for cute. The face supplied the plot twist. That’s enough. That’s the whole score. ⸻ [Chorus | KEY CHANGE DOWN] Find something moving and catch it changing. A meme. A clip. A moment misbehaving. Take one small flicker that makes your body react— the grin, the wince, the hands thrown up— and build the sound beneath that. Don’t explain the joke. Make the joke walk in. ⸻ [Bridge — spoken over stripped beat] Take the caption away. What remains? The pause before the laugh. The eyes cutting sideways. The wheel that won’t roll straight. The animal refusing the scene. The stranger dancing like nobody could possibly be watching. There. That one. Score it. ⸻ [Breakdown] Picture into percussion. Gesture into bass. A blink becomes a breakbeat. A reaction becomes the hook. Pull it from the feed. Turn it in your hands. Send it somewhere unexpected. Let the thing escape what it was made for. ⸻ [Final Chorus | Upbeat Charleston swing] Find something moving and catch it changing. Something ridiculous. Something strangely sacred. Take the moment that made noise inside you— and answer it out loud. No instructions. No safe choice. Just bring me back the version only you could hear. [brief silence] Your move.
