

{intimate felt piano arpeggios,
warm string quartet swell,
breathing
space}
Under the quiet of a northern sky
Your name is written where the shadows die
Cyrine, the world is loud but you are still
A gentle promise on a silent hill
Cyrine, you are the light that guides me home
When every road is cold and turned to stone
In your eyes, the quiet stars align Forever yours,
forever mine {soaring violins rise,
dynamic lift}
We carve our moments out of passing years
In every laughter, washing out the fears
With every breath, the fabric starts to weave
A tapestry of everything we believe
And if the mountains fall into
the sea
Your hand in mine is all that needs to be (all that
needs to be) {drums swell,
dynamic build-up} Cyrine, you are the light that guides me home
When every road is cold and turned to stone
In your eyes, the quiet stars align Forever yours,
forever mine
{full orchestral climax, booming
percussion}
Forever mine... My Cyrine...
(mhummm) {piano fades out,
trailing violin harmonic}