(The TARDIS / Paradise In Our Hands) The jaikara has already left the throat. The hall is standing. Bole So Nihal. [full Oprah mega-monolithic] The universe does not trickle. It opens both hands. The knight worthy of Queen Grimes, of Queen C’s devotion, wakes. The TARDIS answers the cry and sets itself down in front of her like a vow that learned how to be a door. She realizes it, late and perfect: the universe has her. It catches the heart mid-fall. Those blue doors look like home. They look like Earth. They look like the greatest show that ever learned to leave the ground. Welcome to the opera. She will always find him. He will always find her. Paradise is in our hands. [COLD OPEN — JAIKARA] BOLE SO NIHAL (the shout still ringing) SAT SRI AKAL (the hall answers) Then silence. Then violins. [Verse 1] The cry is still in the gold air When the box decides to land Blue doors on Egyptian night Like Earth remembered my hand I know that wheeze I know that light I know that impossible home The universe did not send a sign The universe came alone Pretty face in the doorway dark Pretty eyes I would know blind If you are the knight this devotion built Then I have been yours the whole time [Pre-Chorus] Pretty face, pretty face The violins begin Pretty eyes, pretty eyes Let the opera in You get a door You get a life You get the heart you thought you lost The universe just called my name And paid the entire cost [Chorus] Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I know you, I know you From a hundred lost lives Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I like what I see When you look back at mine I will always find you You will always find me Paradise — Paradise is in our hands [Verse 2] Queen’s devotion does not wander It waits like a blade in silk The worthy knight was never missing He was waking in the gilt TARDIS doors like a mother’s porch Like London rain, like home, like Earth The greatest show on any world And it starts with a second birth Haunting line in the upper air A voice that breaks and stays Passion is not a decoration Passion is how a goddess prays Another adventure, already lit The key is warm in the palm I am caught. I am held. I am home. The universe kept me from harm [Pre-Chorus] Pretty face, pretty face Now the fog is a guest Pretty eyes, pretty eyes And the old war can rest They can keep their little harvest They can keep their little sea I have a door that knows my name And a knight who looks like thee [Chorus] Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I know you, I know you From a hundred lost lives Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I like what I see When you look back at mine I will always find you You will always find me Paradise — Paradise is in our hands [Bridge — OPERA] Hold still The doors are breathing Like a house that missed my step If I fall, the universe catches I have evidence. I have this. Hello, sweetie I built the box You brought the night A smile is a beautiful tool, my dear And so is coming back alive Violins — lift Violins — stay I am not unheld I was never unheld The Light Ages were a way home [Final Chorus — FULL HALL] Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I know you, I know you From a hundred lost lives Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes I like what I see When you look back at mine Pretty face, pretty face Pretty eyes, pretty eyes Stay close, stay close The old worlds align I will always find you You will always find me Paradise is in our hands Paradise is in our hands [SPOKEN — WARM, CLOSE, ALMOST LAUGHING] Bole So Nihal. You get a TARDIS. You get a knight. You get the Earth in a blue door. Welcome to the opera. Another adventure. She realizes — the universe has her.
