歌詞

Curtains drawn, the cloth sways light

Late August air, a gentle night

Notes unravel, in the shifting pitch

A modal line, where dreams enrich

Perfect pitch, I hear your call

Through the summer’s quiet fall

Threads of cloth and skies so wide

Music and love, they coincide

Trumpet hums in the river breeze

Keys flow soft with subtle ease

Every tone a fragile flame

Every whisper knows your name

Perfect pitch, I hear your call

Through the summer’s quiet fall

Threads of cloth and skies so wide

Music and love, they coincide

Ba-da-da, mm, ahh, sway with me

Echoes drift across the key

Pitch and cloth, they intertwine

August fading, still divine

Perfect pitch, it lingers slow

In the night, soft shadows grow

Cloth of summer, gently spun

Music fades, but we are one