[Intro] Beyond all time, beyond all space, Beyond the world, beyond our days, Four thinkers met in a timeless place, And spoke of love in different ways. Kundera, Hesse, Fromm and Nietzsche, Spoke of love, its fire and ice, But could not reach a compromise. [Verse I] Four empty cups. One wooden table. Rain upon the window. No one came to win. Only one question sat between them. [Fromm] Love isn't hunger. Love feeds. It doesn't ask, "Who belongs to me?" It asks, "Who may become more themselves because I am here?" [Pre-Chorus] The room grew quiet. Someone smiled. Someone disagreed. The coffee cooled while heads were steaming [Chorus] [Fromm] Love gives. [Nietzsche] Love takes. [Hesse] Love lets go. [Kundera] Love remembers. Love walks. No one owned the road. [Verse II] Nietzsche laughed. You call it devotion, he said. I often see fear wearing love's clothing. Strong hearts don't build cages. They open mountains. Or leave. [Chorus] [Fromm] Love gives. [Nietzsche] Love takes. [Hesse] Love lets go. [Kundera] Love remembers. Love walks. [Bridge I] Hesse looked through the rain. Perhaps... Love isn't finding another. Perhaps it is becoming someone who can finally walk beside another without needing to lead. [Instrumental solo] [Bridge II] Kundera watched a leaf fall into the river. If it had landed one second later... would they still have called it destiny? Or only weather? [Final Chorus] [Fromm] Love gives. [Nietzsche] Love takes. [Hesse] Love lets go. [Kundera] Love remembers. Love walks. Love stays only where it may leave. [Outro] Maybe they could not agree, Love takes too many forms to be. Of heart and flesh, of soul and skin, One word can never name them in. The rain stopped. Nobody won. The table remembered everything.
