Verse 1 Roads behind me, roads ahead, words once spoken, some unsaid. Losing pride, but growing still, ghosts retreat against my will. [[(gleichmäßiger 4/4-Fluss, ca. 8 Silben pro Zeile, gut singbar auf ruhigem Puls)]] Pre-Chorus Hold the minutes as they flow. Watch the open sky below. [[(verkürzt, klar, keine emotionale Steigerung — fast neutral gesprochen)]] Chorus Pieces of a broken heart slowly moving back to start. Cool sensations linger on, even after they are gone. Verse 2 Dreams reflect in café glass. Questions rise and let them pass. What am I still doing here? Observation sharp and clear. Midterms won’t pay. Time won’t stay. But something steady moves in me, quiet as it needs to be. [[Bridge (minimal, reduziert)]] Fingers tap across the phone. Words like coins are overthrown. Heads or tails — it makes no sound. Every note is simply found. [[(leicht rhythmischer als vorher, aber weiterhin kühl)]] [[Chorus]] [[(identisch wie erster Chorus – keine Explosion)]] © TheWoof 2026
