No Script (Acoustic Version)

I was searching for a voice in the silence

Lines scattered like torn pages

And you appeared

And the air itself began to speak

Every glance from you feels unfinished

As if the world holds its breath

Waiting for the scene

We haven't rehearsed

Love doesn't follow the script

It spills into the margins

Slips past the stage lights

You are not a muse

You are the storm that scatters the leaves

The reason the story refuses to end

When the curtain falls and the audience disappears

The play continues in the quiet of your hand in mine

I was searching for a voice in the silence

Lines scattered like torn pages

And you appeared

And the air itself began to speak

I was searching for a voice in the silence

Lines scattered like torn pages

And you appeared

And the air itself began to speak

I was searching for a voice in the silence

Lines scattered like torn pages

And you appeared

And the air itself began to speak