[Intro — dry bass, finger snaps, close vocal] I know exactly who to be the second someone walks into the room. Funny. Isn't it? [Verse 1 — smooth, rhythmic] I can read you from the doorway, pick the lock behind your eyes. Find the joke that'll disarm you, find the truth you'll pay to buy. I can make a stranger love me before the second drink is gone. Give me any room of people— I'll become what turns them on. A little dangerous, a little sweet, a little broken underneath. Whatever gets you leaning in. Whatever makes you stay. [Pre-Chorus] But lately I've been wondering— when everybody leaves, what's left of me? [Chorus — huge melodic lift] WHO AM I WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS? WHEN THE LIGHTS COME UP AND THERE'S NOBODY TO WATCH? WHEN I DON'T HAVE A LINE, DON'T HAVE A PART, DON'T HAVE A ROOM TO GIVE ME A HEART— WHO AM I WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS? [Post-Chorus — bass and vocal harmonies] Do I disappear? Do I disappear? [Verse 2 — funkier, sharper] I know how to make you miss me while I'm standing by your side. Know exactly when to touch you, when to laugh, when not to lie. I've been brave for frightened people. I've been reckless for the bored. I've been holy for the faithful, I've been poison for the pure. And every version fits me. That's the part that scares me most. If every mask feels natural— which one is the ghost? [Pre-Chorus] I can give you anything you need. Just don't ask me what I need. [Chorus] WHO AM I WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS? WHEN THE LIGHTS COME UP AND THERE'S NOBODY TO WATCH? WHEN I DON'T HAVE A LINE, DON'T HAVE A PART, DON'T HAVE A ROOM TO GIVE ME A HEART— WHO AM I WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS? [Instrumental Break — psychedelic guitar, bass groove, strings] [Bridge — stripped down, exposed vocal] Maybe I learned too young that love gets louder when you're useful. Maybe applause sounds close enough to being known. Maybe every room I've ever won was somewhere I was terrified to be alone. [Silence] So tonight— don't clap. Don't tell me I'm brilliant. Don't tell me I'm beautiful. Don't ask for another song. Just stay. [Build — drums return, strings rising] And let me find out who stays with you. [Final Chorus — full band, ecstatic] WHO AM I WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS? MAYBE I'M MORE THAN WHAT THE ROOM WANTS. MAYBE I DON'T NEED A LINE, DON'T NEED A PART, DON'T NEED A CROWD TO GIVE ME A HEART. AND IF YOU'RE STILL HERE WHEN THE LAST NOTE DROPS— MAYBE I'LL MEET MYSELF WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS. [Final Refrain — layered vocals] When the music stops— don't go. When the music stops— don't go. [Outro — instruments cut one by one until only voice] No more songs. No more tricks. No more anything. [Softly] Hi. My name is— [Cut to silence]
