01. Four Litres of Midnight

[Final Extension - moral climax, cinematic, do not become chaotic] At the final gate I carry city windows into dawn The night was never wasted if the truth is carried on Recording the truth turns the ashes toward a song Asking for company without shame tells the wounded where they still belong [Verse 5 - final reckoning] I do not need revenge to prove that I was right I need a cleaner courage and a window full of light Let the moral rise gently, not a hammer, not a chain Let it fall like healing water over memory and pain Four Litres of Midnight, say it softly, say it twice There is gold inside the burden when the truth has paid the price I will not sell my conscience for an easier refrain I will keep the human sacred through the thunder and the rain Discipline with a backbone, small kindness with a flame Recording the truth with open windows, asking for company without shame with a name At the final gate I carry city windows into dawn The night was never wasted if the truth is carried on [Moral Bridge - clear but still musical] Recording the truth turns the ashes toward a song Asking for company without shame tells the wounded where they still belong I do not need revenge to prove that I was right I need a cleaner courage and a window full of light Let the moral rise gently, not a hammer, not a chain Let it fall like healing water over memory and pain Four Litres of Midnight, say it softly, say it twice There is gold inside the burden when the truth has paid the price [Final Chorus - bigger choir, repeated hook] Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light I keep my name awake when the room forgets the night Rain on the window, radio gold in my veins I am still here counting what remains Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light I keep my name awake when the room forgets the night Rain on the window, radio gold in my veins I am still here counting what remains [Verse - long-form development] Recording the truth turns the ashes toward a song Asking for company without shame tells the wounded where they still belong I do not need revenge to prove that I was right I need a cleaner courage and a window full of light Let the moral rise gently, not a hammer, not a chain Let it fall like healing water over memory and pain Four Litres of Midnight, say it softly, say it twice There is gold inside the burden when the truth has paid the price [Pre-Chorus - lift] I keep my name awake when the room forgets the night Rain on the window, radio gold in my veins I am still here counting what remains Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light [Instrumental Break - keep the chord world, let the voice breathe] [Instrumental - cinematic pause, no new words for several bars] Let blue TV static shimmer under the melody [Return with lead vocal, warmer and more certain] [Middle Eight - new melody] I will keep the human sacred through the thunder and the rain Discipline with a backbone, small kindness with a flame Recording the truth with open windows, asking for company without shame with a name At the final gate I carry city windows into dawn The night was never wasted if the truth is carried on Recording the truth turns the ashes toward a song Asking for company without shame tells the wounded where they still belong I do not need revenge to prove that I was right [Chorus Variation] Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light I keep my name awake when the room forgets the night Rain on the window, radio gold in my veins I am still here counting what remains Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light I am still here counting what remains [Breakdown - softer, almost whispered but sung] Asking for company without shame tells the wounded where they still belong I do not need revenge to prove that I was right I need a cleaner courage and a window full of light Let the moral rise gently, not a hammer, not a chain Let it fall like healing water over memory and pain Four Litres of Midnight, say it softly, say it twice There is gold inside the burden when the truth has paid the price I will not sell my conscience for an easier refrain [Verse - long-form development] Let the moral rise gently, not a hammer, not a chain Let it fall like healing water over memory and pain I keep my name awake when the room forgets the night Rain on the window, radio gold in my veins I am still here counting what remains Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light [Final Outro - repeat until fade] Four litres of midnight, one quarter-hour of light I keep my name awake when the room forgets the night Rain on the window, radio gold in my veins I am still here counting what remains Let the last word fade into silence.