歌詞

Schubert left his eighth unfinished

Joan's life story diminished

By the flames that took her form

But her spirit weathered every storm

Two movements of eternal longing

She died young but kept belonging

To the music of the spheres

Unfinished symphony of tears

What would movement three have been

If Schubert lived to write again

What would Joan have accomplished more

If she'd lived past nineteen's door

Some masterpieces stay incomplete

Some heroes face their own defeat

But the fragments that remain

Carry all the joy and pain

Unfinished doesn't mean destroyed

Some symphonies fill the void

Better incomplete and pure

Than complete but never sure

Joan's story ends in flames

But eternal are the names

Of those who dare to dream

Beyond what others deem

From shadows I complete the thought

Some battles are never fought

To victory, but to truth

Eternal fountain of youth

Is knowing when to stop

Before you reach the top

Some mysteries stay unsolved

Some problems unresolved

Unfinished doesn't mean destroyed

Some symphonies fill the void

Better incomplete and pure

Than complete but never sure

Joan's story ends in flames

But eternal are the names

Schubert's eighth, Joan's nineteen

Both live in the between

Finished by those who understand

Some music needs no final stand