The One – Lyrics

What if this one is The One
To make us rich and famous
A strike of luck
A falling veil
I’ve got a map
A boat and a sail


I am almost certain
I am almost certain


When the needle hits the record
When it’s quiet for a second
When the chemicals in your brain anticipate


A rush of a sentimental
High that’s accidental
A transient and finite state of bliss


What if this one ain’t The One
What if it falls flat and gets no airtime
Another file collecting digital dust
The here, the now
A digital ghost


I am almost certain
I am almost certain


When the needle hits the record
When it’s quiet for a second
When the chemicals in your brain anticipate


A rush of a sentimental
High that’s accidental
A transient and finite state of bliss