[Intro - spoken, older voice but warm, vinyl crackle, bookstore ambience] _My first reading... in Paris again..._ [Verse 1 - mellow upright bass, brushed drums, piano, soft vibraphone] Twenty years later, same rainy street My name in the window of Librairie Verte "An Evening with Amélie" the poster says A crowd inside, but my mind replays A café table, a blue pressed flower A man with silver at the temple hour A girl who was nineteen with ribbon and pen Writing your name over and over again [Pre-Chorus - strings enter gentle, "ooh" backing vocals nostalgic] They ask me to read the one about you The poem that made my first book come true I clear my throat, and the room goes still And my heart goes boom-boom-boom, softer still [Chorus - tambourine light, "yeah-yeah" backing vocals wistful, vintage organ] Oh, Mister Silver, are you somewhere Reading these pages I laid so bare? I wrote you into every line And I’m falling deeper, yeah-yeah Not into sorrow, but into time Mister Silver, you’re the rhyme I still keep, yeah-yeah [Verse 2 - muted trumpet, walking bass, warm but aged tone] After the reading, a girl comes near Your eyes, your smile — I hold back a tear Says "I’m Amélie. Did you know my grandfather well?" "Your book was on his nightstand when he fell" She hands me a photo, worn at the edge You, in that café, on that same ledge Holding my notebook you found that day Smiling like you knew I’d be okay [Pre-Chorus - bigger, brass warm, drums gentle swell] She says "every night he read you aloud Said you saved him when he was lost in a cloud but sometimes he cried alone in his room" And my heart goes boom-boom-boom [Chorus - repeat, add "ba-da-ba" backing vocals, major key lift] Oh, Mister Silver, you must have known Every word you gave became my own You let me go so I could climb And I’m falling deeper, yeah-yeah Into the music, into the rhyme Mister Silver, across all time You made me, yeah-yeah [Bridge - breakdown, spoken over solo cello + piano, bookstore bell] She said "He included your name in his prayers each night"... "Grand-mère's... and then yours. He told me you were both his spring"... I stepped out to rue de Seine, now bright with neon... And felt nineteen again... and for once, I understood... [Final Chorus - full band, triumphant yet tender, horn hits, cymbal swell] Oh, Mister Silver, look what we made Two lives, one Sunday, that never fades Your winter became my spring So I’m falling deeper, yeah-yeah-yeah Into the song I’ll always sing Mister Silver, my everything Lives in each page, yeah-yeah-yeah [Outro - slow fade, vinyl crackle, crowd applause, rain on cobblestones] _Thank you... for letting me go... yeah-yeah..._
