[Intro]
[Slow, melancholic piano]
[Atmospheric synth swell]

[Verse 1]
She'd been Lost in France,
When the day was just beginning in the morning rain.
The birds in the field were singing,
And in the street... a band was playing.

[Verse 2]
The melody hangs in the heavy air,
Echoes of a voice that used to tear the sky.
We’re tracing shadows where she stood,
Underneath the light, beneath the velvet eye.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Building intensity]
The rhythm fades, but the fire stays,
A heartache carved in golden days.

[Chorus]
[Female Vocal, Power Ballad style]
Oh, the storm is silent now,
The raspy heart has finally found its rest.
Total eclipse of the fading sun,
You were the rhythm, you were the best.
(You were the best)

[Verse 3]
[Breathy]
The morning rain, it washes clean,
The dusty streets where you were once a queen.
The band is quiet, the stage is cold,
But your story is forever bold.

[Bridge]
[Guitar Solo, soulful and soaring]
[Shout]
Sing it one more time!
From the fields of France to the ends of the earth,
We measure your life by what it was worth.
It was everything... (everything).

[Chorus]
[Powerful, with backing harmonies]
Oh, the storm is silent now,
The raspy heart has finally found its rest.
Total eclipse of the fading sun,
You were the rhythm, you were the best.

[Outro]
[Soft]
In the street...
The band stopped playing.
[Whisper]
Lost in France.
[Fade out with distant piano chords]