[Intro] Détachement… laisse tomber… Pourquoi suis-je si libre? C'est la vie… (Heavy 808 drop, Spanish guitar pluck, soft atmospheric pad) [Verse 1] I used to grip the moment with a fist of fear and pride But the more I tried to hold it, the more it tried to hide From Paris to Monaco, I learned to let it go And the second I released it, it began to flow The pendulum was swinging every time I pulled the rope But when I stopped the tugging, I found a brand new hope In Tokyo I held my breath, in Medellín I chased But the garden only bloomed when I gave it space [Pre-Chorus] I am not my thoughts, I'm the watcher in the field The one who sees the roses without demanding how they yield C'est la vie, c'est la grâce, I just watch the garden grow Je ne sais quoi, but the less I need, the more I know [Chorus] Détachement, laisse tomber, let it swing Why am I so free when I stop holding everything? Pourquoi suis-je si libre quand je lâche enfin? The pendulum returns when I loosen up and let it in Je suis l'observateur, the watcher of my life The more I yield the storm, the more I clear the skies [Verse 2] I tried to force the rivers into rivers of my own But water doesn't listen when you turn it into stone From Rio to Marrakesh, the lesson stayed the same The tighter that I held it, the more it played the game Then I became the sky and let the birds fly through The thing I wasn't chasing walked in with something new I'm neither thought nor thinker, not the title or the name Just awareness in the garden, watching everything change [Pre-Chorus] I am not my thoughts, I'm the watcher in the field The one who sees the roses without demanding how they yield C'est la vie, c'est la grâce, I just watch the garden grow Je ne sais quoi, but the less I need, the more I know [Chorus] Détachement, laisse tomber, let it swing Why am I so free when I stop holding everything? Pourquoi suis-je si libre quand je lâche enfin? The pendulum returns when I loosen up and let it in Je suis l'observateur, the watcher of my life The more I yield the storm, the more I clear the skies [Bridge] From the hills of Barcelona to the streets of Lyon The same universal truth follows the morning sun You don't get what you want by chasing what you see You become the open field and let the flowers be free So I drop the rope, I drop the map, I drop the old demand The universe leans closer when I finally take my hand [Final Chorus] Détachement, laisse tomber, let it swing Why am I so free when I stop holding everything? Pourquoi suis-je si libre quand je lâche enfin? The pendulum returns when I loosen up and let it in Je suis l'observateur, the watcher of my life The more I yield the storm, the more I clear the skies [Outro] Détachement… laisse tomber… Je suis l'observateur… C'est la vie…
