### Verse 1 – Acoustic + Piano **Chords (Verse 1):** Em – C – G – D The only lesson I learned from fifty years of games, Is how to write a scale and remember all the names. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, you can bend it, you can wait. It doesn’t always stop there, sometimes you dial to five, Sometimes you add an exponent, call it squaring, call it light. Every pitch is just a nerve you haven’t hit, Glass or sand in the wind till a hammer makes it split. You can take a flower in your hand before it blooms, Squeeze it shut and hear the way the silence moves. You started with a one, held it beating in your palm, Make it perfect, make it hum, now you’re carried by the song. --- ### Pre-Chorus – Piano grows, light strings **Chords (Pre-Chorus):** C – G – D – Em Every song is a blessing, and so is every son, Everyone who rolls the dice just to see what they become. The twenty-first century is about to start, Every time you press “continue” is a reason for a heart. --- ### Chorus – Indie-folk pop, male & female unison **Chords (Chorus):** G – D – Em – C I just went back in time, it was non-illusionary, All we really have is a quarter of growth and a memory. They said something ‘bout the sun was supposed to be a problem, I guess we just sail on anyway, we learn to solve ‘em. La la la la la la la la, sail on anyway, La la la la la la la la, sing another day. Every scale adds up to reasons to restart, This is not the end, It’s just A reason to start. --- ### Verse 2 – Electric piano, light drums creeping in **Chords (Verse 2):** Em – C – G – D Every day adds up to weeks, months, years, You be a hero and you punch a mirror. What’s looking back at you except something dear, Someone that somebody someday might fear. The writer of a song that used to learn by ear, One, two, three, four, then you dial it up and down in here. I sing sharp and I’ve lived long, There’s nothing more to music than tone and holding on. Even the words, even the words are just shapes and sounds, That’s the difference between a heart and stone on the ground. The sounds inside every measure when the rhythm starts to simmer, You can call it iambic para–something in the shimmer. Shakespeare is just a starting point, an opening band, Tomorrow hasn’t started yet, it’s waiting for your hands. And one day even next week will be ending where you stand, Think like that, think like that, strike up the band. --- ### Instrumental Build – Keys & Electric Guitars → Rock **Chords (Build):** Em – D – C – G (loop, drums & guitars intensifying) *(Arpeggiated keyboards echo the scale: 1–12 in patterns, electric guitar picking high melodies with a slight Japanese / JRPG flavor, strings slowly joining. Drums swell from brushes to full kit.)* --- ### Symphonic Bridge – Full Orchestra & Choir **Chords (Bridge):** Am – Em – C – D – Em La la la la la la la la, Seven billion voices in a rising star. La la la la la la la la, Every little pattern is a battle scar. Violins trace the numbers on a midnight chart, Flutes write constellations over beating hearts. Trumpets call the future from a distant part, Choir sings in unison: “Give me a reason to start.” --- ### Final Chorus – Arena / FF Credits Energy **Chords (Final Chorus):** G – D – Em – C (Last line: hold Em → Em(add9)) I just went back in time, it was non-illusionary, All we really have is a quarter of growth and a memory. They said something ‘bout the sun, like it would burn us apart, But we just sail on anyway with a brand new chart. La la la la la la la la, sail on anyway, La la la la la la la la, sing another day. Every scale adds up to reasons to restart, This is not the end, It’s just A reason to start. La la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la… --- ### Outro – Soft, like end credits **Chords (Outro):** Em – C – G – D – Em Fingerpicked acoustic returns, piano echoes a simple 1–2–3–4 motif, strings and choir fade to a single held Em(add9).
