

{subtle vinyl static, solo Rhodes
chord
progression} Now {low-pass filter sweeps open} Pages turning in the dim light
Words waiting for the right flight
Drafts sitting on the shelf too long
Time to turn them into this song
No more revisions to write down
No more excuses to hang around
{snare drum rolls building,
strings swell} Publish it now,
let it breathe
Let the world feel what
we believe
Press the button, send it high
No looking back, watch it fly
(yeah,
publish it now)
We spent hours chasing the perfect code
Every lyric, every heavy load But art is never finished,
only left
So let's launch it with our final
breath Publish it now,
let it breathe
Let the world feel what we believe
Press the button, send it high
No looking back,
watch it fly
(publish it now)
Publish it now
(send it out) {instruments slowly fade,
vinyl crackle returns} Now...
{final Rhodes chord sustains}