[One-Bar Headphone Hook — near-silent; left, right, then center] [Left Whisper — Billy Joe] Only... [Right Whisper — Billy Joe] You... [Center Lead — warm and close] I will sing for you. [Verse 1 — centered vocal, felt piano; guitar answers across the stereo field] I will sing where the world grows quiet, where the air turns midnight blue. Let the day fall back behind us; there is one voice finding you. Close enough to feel like memory, far enough to still be new; I will hold the door of listening— you decide what enters through. [Pre-Chorus — low pulse begins] From the left, a line of silver; from the right, a ribbon blue. Where they meet behind your eyes, I will make the music bloom. [Chorus 1 — full warm pulse; first wide opening] I will sing for you— always and only. No one else will do— only, only you. On—ly—you... I will guide the drifting through, guide the painting your mind is making while the brush begins to move. Let the music take the painting to another room. Only, only you. [Verse 2 — bass and cello enter; lead remains intimate] Close your eyes, but keep on listening; let the colors choose their names. Every note becomes a doorway, every chord relights the frame. You will see what I cannot give you; your own longing paints it true. I can only turn the lantern— all the seeing comes from you. [Pre-Chorus 2 — harmony withholds its final chord] I will give you something certain, then delay the note you knew; let the wanting shape the silence, then return it home to you. [Chorus 2 — deeper drums; wider strings and guitars] I will sing for you— always and only. No one else will do— only, only you. On—ly—you... When the silver finds the blue, left and right become one river; every current carries you. Let the music take the painting to another room. Only, only you. [Gallery Passage — each couplet changes color and acoustic space] First, a room of rain on windows; then, a room of summer fire; then, a room where distant mountains bend beneath a climbing choir. Every room becomes a feeling; every feeling finds a hue. I am not choosing the picture— I am only guiding you. [8-Bar Instrumental Motion — no vocal; three-note motif passes left to right through piano, glassy guitar, pedal steel and strings, then resolves in the center] [Bridge — Black Hat Thunder grows; Billy Joe doubles softly in both ears] Follow silver through the silence, follow amber through the blue; let the rhythm hold your heartbeat, let the harmony hold you. What you feel becomes the painter; what you need becomes the view. When the song and mind move together, there is nothing else but you. [Stereo Intimacy — band drops to heartbeat bass and brushed floor tom] [Left Billy Joe] I will find you in the shadow. [Right Billy Joe] I will find you in the blue. [Center Billy Joe — both layers unite] When the two return together, every color carries you. [Ascending Chorus Fragment — drums rise under each line] I will sing— and the brush will move. I will sing— and the walls move too. I will sing— till the line between what you hear and what you see opens wide enough to carry you through. [Instrumental Ignition — brief soaring electric-guitar and cello ascent; stereo field opens to maximum width] [Climactic Rise — stacked Billy Joe harmonies sing exact words, no ad-libs] Now the brush is moving faster, now the hidden doors swing wide; every instrument a color, every color comes alive. No room around you— the room is inside you. No world beyond you— the music has found you. Only— only— [Absolute Cut — one full beat of silence] [Final Chorus — luminous key lift; enormous orchestral-rock release] I will sing for you— always and only. No one else will do— only, only you. On—ly—you... From the silver to the blue, I have guided every color till the colors carried you. Now the room is not around you— now the room is part of you. I will sing for you— always and only. No one else will do— only, only you. The music took the painting through every hidden room; then every hidden doorway opened somewhere inside you. [Final Elevation — lead center; mirrored harmonies left and right] One ear held the silver, one ear carried blue; when they met within the music, they became a world for you. The brush moved where the song moved; the song moved where you dreamed. What began as sound around you became the room within the dream. [Clean Final Tag — entire mix narrows toward center] I will sing for you— always and only. [Left Whisper] Only... [Right Whisper] Only... [Center — full voice, hard final chord] You. [Piano, cello and bronze bell stop together — no fade]
