[Music: Slow, dusty piano. Soft kick. Vinyl crackle.] [VOCALS - Singing, vulnerable] We are…no umber yet won… A color…still mixing… In the cup…of this moment… [Shifts to whispered spoken word] They want a finished painting… A signed bottom line… But I…I love the sketch… The maybe…the "we have time"… [Returns to gentle singing] Your hand…is my only compass… This room…our only map… The future isn't written… It's a held breath…in our lap… [Spoken, intimate] I don't need the trophy… I don't need the final page… I just need this unfinished heaven… On this silent,shared stage… [Singing, fading] We are…no umber yet won… A promise…still drying… In the sun…of right now… (Music: The final piano chord hangs, unresolved. The crackle continues, then is engulfed by the sudden ignition and chant of TRACK 05: LOVEFIRE.)
