[Intro — Spoken Male, Soft Cello] JB... You told me to keep writing. So I did. Then your cello made me Rethink a few things. Seren? You ready? [Violin Response] Good. Let's make some room. [Verse 1 — Rhythmic Spoken-Sung] I brought a pen, you brought a bow Both got a little more room to grow You made that low string tell the truth I found a line I couldn't lose Had a clever little rhyme Thought I'd nailed it down Then your cello hit a note And turned the whole thing around Had to laugh at myself Put the ego on the shelf If the music makes me better That's a different kind of wealth I ain't trying to sound like Fleet That's a lane you made your own I'm just finding better words For the stories I call home [Pre-Chorus — Melodic] You bring the question I'll bring the page She brings four strings And a brand-new way Nobody above Nobody beneath When the music grows We all get room to breathe [Chorus — Soulful Melodic Lift] Turn it up, don't turn me down Three different voices, one new sound Your strings speak where my words run out That's what making room's about No one loses, no one fades We don't have to sound the same You bring yours, I'll bring mine Watch three different worlds align Nobody gets smaller When the music gets bigger [Post-Chorus — Rhythmic Melodic] Bigger together Better than before Every time somebody shines We make a little more room Bigger together Let the strings come through What I couldn't say alone Sounds different next to you [Verse 2 — Conversational Male] Seren used to listen With her fingers on the strings Trying to catch the little turns That made your cello sing First she played it careful Kept the bow inside the lines Then she started finding colors You ain't heard a hundred times One night she stopped and said "Wait, I got an idea" Played a note so unexpected Made me forget why I was here [Violin — Expressive Rising Phrase] I said, "Where'd that come from?" She said, "I just let it go" That's the moment that you realize How far somebody's grown Not playing louder Playing freer Not chasing someone else's sound Just hearing her own clearer [Pre-Chorus — Melodic] You bring the question I'll bring the page She brings four strings And a brand-new way Nobody above Nobody beneath When the music grows We all get room to breathe [Chorus 2 — Fuller Lift] Turn it up, don't turn me down Three different voices, one new sound Her strings speak where my words run out That's what making room's about No one loses, no one fades We don't have to sound the same You bring yours, I'll bring mine Watch three different worlds align Nobody gets smaller When the music gets bigger [Instrumental — Cello and Violin Dialogue] [Bridge — Spoken Male, Sparse Piano] JB... You made me dig deeper. Not to write like you. To find the words Only I could write. And Seren... You don't need permission To discover your own sound. [Violin Solo] There it is. That's your voice. [Final Chorus — Uplifting] Turn it up, don't turn me down Three different voices, one new sound Your strings speak where my words run out That's what making room's about No one loses, no one fades We don't have to sound the same You bring yours, I'll bring mine Watch three different worlds align Nobody gets smaller When the music gets bigger [Final Post-Chorus] Bigger together Better than before Every time somebody shines We make a little more room Bigger together Let the strings come through What I couldn't say alone Sounds different next to you [Outro — Intimate Spoken Male] And JB... KnoBulPlz. The P-L-Z sounds like "please." Much respect. You gave my pen A reason to move again. And Seren's violin Found somewhere new to go. [Violin — Unresolved Melodic Question] Hear that? She left the last note open. No competition. No deadline. Just one artist Inviting another. JB... The next note is yours. [Clean Instrumental Ending]
