[INTRO: Out-of-tune piano, single note. Room tone. Rain. Subtle stereo sounds — crackle, hiss, a distant creak.] [VERSE 1 — QUIET, AS IF TO ONESELF] I sat down at the same piano. Die Tasten waren kalt. (The keys were cold.) I played nothing. [VERSE 2 — SLIGHTLY CLEARER] Some sounds don't need answers. Some questions are just echoes Of a room that remembers. Ein Raum, der sich erinnert. [BRIDGE — ALMOST SPOKEN] I'm not here to ask. Ich bin nicht hier, um zu fragen. I'm here to sit. [OUTRO — PIANO FADES, SINGLE NOTE REMAINS. SUBTLE STEREO SOUNDS CONTINUE — RAIN, CRACKLE, A DISTANT BREATH.] Echo. Nur ein Echo. (Just an echo.) [Silence.]
