[Intro - spoken, breathless, soft piano + vinyl crackle] He... he said my name... [Verse 1 - bouncy bass, brushes on snare, light vibraphone] Same corner café, same rainy day I sat by the window, hiding away You walked in dripping, shook off your coat And then you saw me and you... you spoke Not "miss" this time, not polite and far You read my notebook left at the bar You said "Is this yours? Your poems are bright" And suddenly morning turned into night [Pre-Chorus - strings enter, handclaps, "ahh" backing vocals] Your voice said my name like a secret you kept Like a melody I’d only dreamed and wept You pulled out a chair, sat down by me And my heart went boom-boom-boom wild and free [Chorus - tambourine, "yeah-yeah" backing vocals, vintage organ swells] Oh, Mister Silver, you spoke my name Now nothing in my world feels the same You asked about the verses I write And I’m falling deeper, yeah-yeah Into the daylight, into the night Mister Silver, you made it real This is how falling feels, yeah-yeah [Verse 2 - walking bass, brass stabs, playful tone] You told me you studied poetry too When you were my age, in sixty-two You asked if I liked jazz on Sunday nights Said there’s a cellar club with candle lights I said yes too fast, my cheeks went red You laughed, but kindly, then you said "I’ll save you a seat, if you’d like to come" And my heart went boom-boom-boom like a drum [Pre-Chorus - bigger, full band, backing vocals climb] Now the café’s just you and me The rain, the poems, the fantasy No more watching from far away And my heart goes boom-boom-boom night and day [Chorus - repeat, add "ba-da-ba" backing vocals, key change up] Oh, Mister Silver, you spoke my name Now nothing in my world feels the same You asked about the verses I write And I’m falling deeper, yeah-yeah Into the daylight, into the night Mister Silver, you made it real This is how falling feels, yeah-yeah [Bridge - breakdown, dreamy, spoken over strings + soft guitar] You paid for my coffee, you folded my page... You said "see you Sunday"... and walked through the haze... I sat there for hours just holding my cup... Where your fingers had been... I couldn’t get up... [Final Chorus - full band, triumphant, brass hits, big ending] Oh, Mister Silver, you spoke my name My fantasy just walked into frame No more dreaming on the street ‘Cause I’m falling deeper, yeah-yeah-yeah Sunday’s coming, my heart can’t be discreet Mister Silver, my victory Is hearing you say it, yeah-yeah-yeah! [Outro - ritardando, vinyl crackle, café ambience fading] My name... on your lips... yeah-yeah...
