In the end

When the curtain calls
When the show ends
When everyone's gone
Whose is the familiar face that still sticks around

The one who sees our gray, still finds all the colors in us,
Knows all the lies we live, the truths we hide, and still finds the purity in us
Makes bad days feel good... sad songs sound happy
Makes everyone else feel insignificant... everything feel immaterial
...every weather feel beautiful, everyplace a monument

The one who sees underneath our skins, beyond the face, and more than the voice

The one whose name we hear out loud, the face we can spot in the crowd,
The presence we miss all the time yet sense everywhere

Once you find 'the one', hold tight
Don’t let go...