Light cast so long before sound, before song
falls on your eyes and the dance starts again
And in this grand ballroom of nothingness
your hand so warm with somethingness
we whirl and twirl and music’s invented again
In this grand ballroom of nothingness
we soar, we sail to the only song there’s ever been: Love
The only song there’s ever been’s just begun: Love
The only song there’s ever been plays again: Love
It’s love
How marvelous just to be anything,
circling the hall to divine harmony
And in this grand ballroom of nothingness
your hand so warm with somethingness
we swirl, unfurl, and music’s invented again
In this grand ballroom of nothingness
we soar, we sail to the only song there’s ever been: Love
The only song there’s ever been’s just begun: Love
The only song there’s ever been plays again: Love
The only song there’s ever been never ends: Love
And against such staggering odds of anything at all
that lonely poet Chance called the dance and built the hall
and, with such modest hands, drew up plans and gave us all
Love
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
OK Go - Love
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