[Phantom Remix] Folded-Page Crown

[Intro — radio transmission] *Hier ist die Erde.* *Hören Sie mich?* You know so many words... So many words... *Aber wofür?* [Verse 1] Wow, you know so many words, So many names for everything, You read your books with folded pages, Write your thoughts where nobody looks. You drift so far above the room, You wear it like a little crown, I'm glad you found what makes you happy, Maybe don't say it so loud. *Bitte sprechen Sie weiter.* *Wir hören zu.* [Pre-Chorus] Let's talk about the things Nobody talks about, Or maybe sit around And watch the paint dry. If every thought becomes a theory, If every silence needs a name, We lose the little moment While we're explaining why it came. [Chorus] Every person is a tool In the work of the universe, Trying to fill a little space Somewhere beyond the circumstance. And if you spend too much time Looking down on everyone, You become a passing signal, A small distraction from the sun. *Immer weiter.* *Immer höher.* You know so much... But do you know where you are? [Verse 2] Do you always need the last word? Do you always need to know? Every mystery turns into Something you can take apart. Maybe tact is out of fashion, Maybe silence feels too slow, But a sharp mind without kindness Can cut deeper than you know. Meanwhile, somewhere over Berlin, The radio begins to fade, A little voice says *“Alles klar,”* Then disappears into the static. [Pre-Chorus] Let's talk about the things Nobody talks about, Or maybe close the curtains And let the darkness in. If every thought becomes a theory, If every feeling needs a cause, Perhaps the universe is laughing At the confidence we have. [Chorus] Every person is a tool In the work of the universe, Trying to fill a little space Somewhere beyond the circumstance. And if you spend too much time Looking down on everyone, You become a passing noise, A little signal on the run. *Kein Problem.* *Alles unter Kontrolle.* Is it? [Bridge — spoken / transmission] *Major... nein.* *Belle?* *Ja.* *Wo befinden Sie sich?* I don't know. Do you? [Instrumental — analogue synth sequence] *Keine Antwort.* [Final Chorus] Every person is a tool In the work of the universe, Trying to fill a little space Somewhere beyond the circumstance. You can name every star, You can catalogue the sun, You can explain the whole damn universe— But you still don't know What you've become. [Outro — increasingly distant] You know so many words... So many facts about things... *Aber hörst du mich?* You know so many words... *Hörst du mich?* ... *Nein.* [Radio static]