Tunio
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[Verse 1] At the park’s old bandstand, you unfold a page While the last sun slips from the climbing frame A hand-painted sign says, “mic is open tonight” And a dozen strangers settle in beneath the sky You speak of why the tide keeps turning home Why a name can feel like shelter when you’re far from your own A boy in a yellow cap leans close to hear And somebody at the back says, “that part’s true here” [Pre-Chorus] Your words make room between us For the things we couldn’t say [Chorus] Under these bright, patient stars We’re not as far apart as we are One voice rising, one heart replying A little truth passed hand to hand Under these bright, patient stars The night feels wider, the world feels small You read a line, and we all belong For the length of a song [Verse 2] A nurse still wearing her blue work badge Tells you how she learned to start again A trumpet player taps the beat on his knee A shy young couple trade a grin quietly You ask what makes a stranger turn into a friend Is it one brave question, or staying to the end? Then you give the silence time to breathe And hear the park answer in the people listening [Pre-Chorus] Your words make room between us For the things we couldn’t say [Chorus] Under these bright, patient stars We’re not as far apart as we are One voice rising, one heart replying A little truth passed hand to hand Under these bright, patient stars The night feels wider, the world feels small You read a line, and we all belong For the length of a song [Bridge] Maybe life’s a question with no final page Maybe every answer changes with our age But when you leave a little space for someone new The mystery gets kinder coming through [Final chorus] Under these bright, patient stars We’re not as far apart as we are One voice rising, one heart replying A little truth passed hand to hand Under these bright, patient stars The night feels wider, the world feels small You read a line, and we all belong For the length of a song [Outro] The mic goes quiet, but nobody moves A few more minutes beneath that open blue Your page folds up; our voices carry on Under the stars, we all belong
