[Intro – softly spoken] Please, sit down. Tell me what you see. No—do not look at me. Look into the glass. [Verse 1] In an attic room above the streets of Wien, I listened to the things no one had ever seen. A trembling hand, a secret dressed in shame, A childhood wound that never learned its name. No license on the wall, no blessing from the state, Only books, a brass key, and patients at the gate. Science drew the borders, arcanum crossed the line— I held them both together and said, “Your fear is mine.” [Pre-Chorus] Look into the silver, let the hidden picture form. I will stand beside you while you walk into the storm. Every fractured memory can finally be heard— Ich höre dich. You do not need the perfect word. [Chorus] I take your pain, I hold it in my hands, Turn every broken feeling into something we can understand. I take your pain—but when I search for mine, There is nothing in the mirror, only cracks where you once shined. Tell me, doctor, tell me true: Who is left to listen when the listener breaks too? I take your pain, I carry every scar— But the mirror gives me nothing when I ask it who we are. [Verse 2] Then Vienna bent beneath an upward-falling rain, The streets became a fever, every window screamed your name. I reached for every heartbeat, every voice I couldn’t save— But history closed over them like earth above a grave. And somewhere through the silence, I can still hear Isolde sing, A melody preserved inside a shattered, golden spring. She lives within the sweetness of a world that is no more; I live outside the memory, afraid to touch the door. [Pre-Chorus] I could call her name, but love is not enough. A gentle hand can wound when the mind is still too rough. So I watch from far away and whisper to the night— Es tut mir leid. I could not make it right. [Chorus] I take your pain, I hold it in my hands, Turn every broken feeling into something we can understand. I take your pain—but when I search for mine, There is nothing in the mirror, only cracks where you once shined. Tell me, doctor, tell me true: Who is left to listen when the listener breaks too? I take your pain, I carry every scar— But the mirror gives me nothing when I ask it who we are. [Bridge – quiet, like a therapy session] Perhaps I wanted to rescue everyone because I did not know how to rescue myself. Perhaps empathy is not a shield. Perhaps it is a wound we choose to leave open. [Sung] So let me speak without a lesson, Without a theory or disguise. Let me be the one reflected, Let someone look into my eyes. I am guilty. I am grieving. I survived when they were gone. But surviving is not betrayal— And tomorrow still comes on. [Final Chorus] I take your pain, but I will share my own, No heart was ever meant to bear the weight of grief alone. I face the glass, and through the fractured lines, There is someone in the mirror—still afraid, but still alive. Listen, doctor, listen now: You cannot heal the past, but you can choose your future somehow. I took their pain; I carry who they are— And the mirror shows me someone who can still walk through the dark. [Outro – softly spoken] The rain is quiet tonight. No gunshots. No screaming buildings. Just rain. And for now… that is enough.
