[Intro] One drop rises. One number changes. And suddenly— nothing arrives where it should. [Verse 1] I read the pressure underneath the rain, A quiet deviation in the weather vane. Laplace draws its borders clean and straight, But every perfect system learns to hesitate. Call me Marguerite, call me someone else, An ID is only useful on the proper shelf. I wear the face that opens every door, Then leave a little chaos scattered on the floor. [Pre-Chorus] You want a law that never bends, A neat beginning, a certain end. But touch one thread, disturb one line— And watch your precious stars misalign. [Chorus] One little wingbeat—watch the whole world turn, A spark in the formula, a city set to burn. One little wingbeat—nothing stays the same, Change the first condition and rewrite the game. C’est le chaos, dancing under my skin— You call it disorder; I call it “begin.” One little wingbeat—hear the future crack, Once the butterfly moves… there is no going back. [Verse 2] I followed every Storm Eye through the blue, Found impossible coordinates becoming true. The eras bounce like marbles through the years— Forward for a moment, backward through our fears. I choose the stranger standing near the flame, Study every silence, every pulse, every name. Logic tells me how a mind should fall apart— But data grows unreliable around the human heart. [Pre-Chorus] So let the static fill the room, Let old conclusions meet their doom. A sniper rifle, toast, or wings— My little printer makes useful things. [Chorus] One little wingbeat—watch the whole world turn, A spark in the formula, a city set to burn. One little wingbeat—nothing stays the same, Change the first condition and rewrite the game. C’est le chaos, dancing under my skin— You call it disorder; I call it “begin.” One little wingbeat—hear the future crack, Once the butterfly moves… there is no going back. [Bridge] [Spoken, close and amused] Initial position: insignificant. Deviation: almost invisible. Prediction: impossible. And yet you still insist that everything has a reason. Mon cher… Reason is merely chaos wearing a laboratory coat. [Sung] If the Storm takes the answer, I will question the loss. If the road has no pattern, I will measure the cost. If I black out at the water where the hidden wheel spins— I’ll wake, rearrange the pieces, and begin again. [Final Chorus] One little wingbeat—watch the whole world turn, Every fallen theory is another thing to learn. One little wingbeat—nothing stays the same, Change the first condition and rewrite the game. C’est le chaos, beautiful and bright— A thousand possibilities igniting in the night. One little wingbeat—hear the future crack, I am Lorentz Butterfly… and I’m not looking back. [Outro] A soft laugh in the thunder. A flutter in the rain. Très bien, Laplace… Now solve it again.
