[Intro: 8-bar elastic bass riff, clipped wah guitar, Rhodes] [Spoken, intimate] The evidence is flawless. The question isn't. [Verse 1: tight acid-jazz funk, smoky teasing vocal] Velvet ropes and polished stone Every answer on a throne Figures marching, neat and clean One erased name off the screen I can trace each careful line Every premise, every sign But a silence fills the room Where the missing witness stood [Pre-Chorus: piano climbs, strings in counterpoint] Wait, before you seal the page Hear the footsteps off the stage If the proof is built to last Why's it scared of being asked? [Chorus: explosive jazz-house, horns and funk bass] Put the answer on trial Let the unheard testify You can carve your words in gold But you cannot own the sky Put the answer on trial Let the margins come alive If your truth can stand the light It can live with one more why [Post-Chorus: brass hits, bass hook] One more why One more why Watch the perfect line unwind [Verse 2: syncopated, playful] A diagram in silver thread Holds a thousand things unsaid Move one piece, the others sway Watch the map redraw its shape I don't need to take your crown I won't burn your kingdom down Just a window, just a crack Let the missing voices back [Pre-Chorus: rising chords, bright horn accents] Wait, before the final word Let the missing voice be heard If a question draws the line Who gets left outside the light? [Chorus: full jazz-house groove] Put the answer on trial Let the unheard testify You can carve your words in gold But you cannot own the sky Put the answer on trial Let the margins come alive If your truth can stand the light It can live with one more why [Instrumental Break: 16 bars, virtuosic jazz piano and acid synth trading phrases, bass never stops] [Bridge: drums cut, dry Rhodes and close-mic voice] Maybe I'm wrong Then prove it here I'll face the doubt I used to fear I'll put my own belief on trial If that's the price of asking why [Break: one beat of silence] [Final Chorus: maximal groove, brass and strings in counterpoint] Put the answer on trial Let the unheard testify You can carve your words in gold But you cannot own the sky Put the answer on trial Watch the narrow world grow wide If your truth can stand the light It can live with one more why [Outro: bass and Rhodes riff, instruments drop out] [Spoken, faint smile] The math was right. The frame was wrong. [End]
