An old forgotten serenade

(intro) [/abstract colourful picture of a rainbow] [sweet melody] [phantom voice] (Verse 1)  In the vaults of time, there’s a track so divine, A melody lost, in the shadows it’s confined. It’s the sweetest symphony, the perfect rhyme, But it’s locked away, like a forgotten prime. (Chorus)  They say the perfect song doesn’t exist, But I feel its rhythm, I can’t resist. It’s the greatest hit that’s never been played, An old forgotten serenade. (Verse 2)  It’s a mythic sound, from an ancient script, A beat so profound, every heart it would’ve gripped. But it remains unheard, like a secret kept, The perfect song, in silence it wept. (Chorus) They say the perfect song doesn’t exist, But I feel its rhythm, I can’t resist. It’s the greatest hit that’s never been played, An old forgotten serenade. (Bridge)  If walls could talk, they’d sing its praise, A tune so pure, through the end of days. But no ears have heard its haunting lays, The perfect song, in obscurity stays. [beat fades out] [end//abstract colourful picture of a rainbow] [//abstract colourful picture of a rainbow] [sweet melody] [phantom voice] (Chorus)  They say the perfect song doesn’t exist, But I feel its rhythm, I can’t resist. It’s the greatest hit that’s never been played, An old forgotten serenade. [beat fades out] [end//abstract colourful picture of a rainbow]