Mark Lane - For Whom It Concerns lyrics

Here's how it starts The beating of hearts The rhythm that's surely to rise Yes, here's how it goes The ebbs, then the throes Of ecstasy's final surprise It's not what you'd guess It garnered no press This crestfallen anthem sung 'round in the turns A daft melody As offered to thee For whom it concerns And here's where it leads With trumpets and reeds A fanfare of hearts as they tear An epic motif Of rhapsodic grief Leaving its audience gasping for air And drowning the cause In silent applause The maestro's the fool here who never learns His flawed symphony Is rendered for thee To whom it concerns And I'm seizing the day All I wanted to say Comes to me when I only let the song play Is this how it ends? The choir descends Augmenting the point of diminished returns This wistful lament Could only be meant For whom it concerns