[Intro: Single piano note, ticking rhythm] [Verse 1: Dry, no reverb, French] Je suis le point fixe. L’ossature de ceux qui dorment. Le poids qui trouve mes mains, Revenant. Encore. Je tiens la structure. Je tiens le rythme. Je suis la poutre. J’oublie le grain. [Pre-Chorus: Bilingual] It’s familiar, this silence. Je me vois ajuster le cadre, Saying: "It’s fine." So nothing moves. Déjà dit. Déjà fait. Déjà senti. [Chorus: Bilingual] Tout me traverse. Everything passes through me. Everything takes from me. Et moi ? [STOP] [SILENCE: 3s] Rien. [RESUME] I am nothing but a signature. Une trace. Presque vu. [Verse 2: Bilingual] I step into this again. Where giving became a reflex. On puise en moi comme dans une source. I give the motion. I am not the motion. A presence pulling away. Un rouage. C’est tout. [Bridge: Half-time, whispered] What if this were only a role? Si je n'étais pas le passage ? (Long silence) There is this weight. There is the void. Je ne suis pas ce que je maintiens. [Final Chorus: High impact] Everything was passing through me. Tout me tenait. Now. I am here. Without a role. Without a name. [Outro: Whispered, intimate] Je vois l'habitude. Je vois la main qui tient. Mais la main n'est plus à moi. C’est un rôle. Ce n’est pas moi qui tiens. Je choisis... [TOTAL SILENCE] ----- I am the fixed point. The framework of those who sleep. The weight that finds my hands, Returning. Again. I hold the structure. I hold the rhythm. I am the beam. I forget the grain. It’s familiar, this silence. I see myself adjusting the frame, Saying: "It’s fine." So nothing moves. Already said. Already done. Already felt. Everything passes through me. Everything takes from me. And me? Nothing. I am nothing but a signature. A trace. Presque Vu. I step into this again. Where giving became a reflex. They draw from me like from a spring. I give the motion. I am not the motion. A presence pulling away. A gear. That’s all. What if this were only a role? What if I weren't the passage? There is this weight. There is the void. I am not what I uphold. Everything was passing through me. Everything held me. Now. I am here. Without a role. Without a name. I see the habit. I see the hand that holds. But the hand is no longer mine. It’s a role. It isn’t me holding on. I choose...
