Voices in the Chorus
Verse 1 Heat and glitter blurring on the street
Flags are snapping where the crosswinds meet. Walking three across and linking hands
Shirts with words that no one understands. Couples walking neat in front of us
Palms are pressed without a fret or fuss. Behind
the poly cluster holds the sign
Ink is wobbling on the marker line.
Verse 2 We meet them at the corner, share the drink
Stories of the family on the brink. Carrying the memory of the slur
Called a phase or sickness in a blur. But here the air is tasting of the grease
Judgement finding just a little peace. skins are pounding deep inside the floor
Confidence is kicking down the door.
Pre-Chorus Radio is singing about two
Locking up the hearts like they are glue. Here we sing a different kind of song
Harmonies where three or four belong.
Chorus More voices in the chorus, hands up in the air
When the hook is landing on the joy we share. Not a broken copy of a pattern made for two
Not a missing piece that they can sell to you. Messy and disastrous and talking through the night
Standing in the open and refusing to be polite. Hearts in clusters
calendars a mess, Living out the truth that we confess.
Verse 3 Passing by the group with pamphlets out
Talking of the stone and casting doubt. Smiles tighten when they see the rings
Arms around the joy that loving brings. Taking paper
reading it aloud
Voice is rising up above the crowd. Riffing on the honesty we hold
Brave enough to break the given mold.
Pre-Chorus We don’t need the blessing or the grace
But the insult still can leave a trace. Hearing that your love is less than real
Punches through the armor and the steel.
Chorus More voices in the chorus, hands up in the air
When the hook is landing on the joy we share. Not a broken copy of a pattern made for two
Not a missing piece that they can sell to you. Messy and disastrous and talking through the night
Standing in the open and refusing to be polite. Hearts in clusters
calendars a mess, Living out the truth that we confess.
Bridge Later in the bar with sticky floor
Speakers blowing out inside the door. Belting songs that weren’t meant for us
Rewriting lyrics without making fuss. Crew is spilling out across the room
Partners leaning in the sonic boom. For an hour we are the main event
Not the footnote or the accident.
Outro Streetlights flicker when we go outside
Flags are limp but we have got the pride. Chorus follows down the subway stair
Layered voices floating in the air.