WE WERE HERE TODAY [INTRO — distant children playing, detuned upright piano] The hour has passed… The energy’s wild… But the souls are getting tired behind every smile. [VERSE 1 — intimate, nearly spoken] Acting out endlessly, breaking beautifully— sad and worn, but still believing in something no one sees. Something impossible, something unnamed— like tomorrow might awaken and remember why we came. [PRE-CHORUS — heartbeat enters] Laughter and joy, play and pretend… We keep the moment moving so it never has to end. [CHORUS — enormous but warm] Everyone’s still enjoying the end of the day, dancing while the final light is fading away. Smiling through the tired, making one more memory— holding something beautiful we know we cannot keep. Everyone keeps laughing as the colors turn to gray. Nobody wants to be the first to say— It’s getting late… It’s getting late… [POST-CHORUS — children’s voices, distant] But we were here. We were here. We were here today. [VERSE 2 — broken beat awakens] Children chase the dying light, grown hearts chase what might have been. Every face is hiding something underneath its borrowed grin. Still, for one suspended moment, there’s no future—no before. Only tired souls together near an open door. [PRE-CHORUS — rising harmonies] Laughter and joy, play without end… Maybe we keep moving because stopping makes it real again. [CHORUS — wider, heavier] Everyone’s still enjoying the end of the day, dancing with the darkness instead of running away. Sad and broken, still believing in something we can’t see— something unthinkable still waiting to be. Everyone keeps laughing as the sunlight slips away. Nobody wants to be the first to say— It’s getting late… [DROP — instruments collapse into static] Is this how a memory knows it’s being made? [BRIDGE — fragile tenor, piano only] Maybe joy was never meant to make the darkness leave. Maybe it’s the little light we carry when we grieve. Maybe faith is staying when there’s nothing left to prove. Still laughing. Still playing. Still finding ways to love. [BUILD — voices layer phrase by phrase] Still tired. Still trying. Still frightened. Still fighting. Still broken. Still open. Still here— [FINAL CHORUS — whole-step lift] Everyone’s still enjoying the end of the day, singing while the final stars are taking sunlight’s place. Holding one another like there’s something we can save— something more than memory, something stronger than the grave. Everyone together as the final colors fade. Not because the end isn’t coming— But because we were here today. [OUTRO — everything falls away] Laughter and joy… play and pretend… The day may have ended. That doesn’t mean we did.
