2961 Maybe we are just stories. (herid IRise 2)

[Mute Guitar doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] [Verse 1] You say: "Stay for a few more lines," Fingers stained with ink and signs. On the edge, my name appears, You strike through old memories here. You ask softly: "Was it all true?" I say: "Don't read me too fast," you see, There's space for errors between, For all those words we thought and veered, But never spoke aloud, only feared. [Chorus] Maybe we're just stories Meeting by the window's light Spending a chapter of night Then leaving with morning's flight Maybe we're just stories On crumpled, weathered sheets But I swear to you, my dear A little bit of me stays near [Guitar solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] [Verse 2] You count the bookmark scars old tales, On each page, a "might-have-been" unfolds. We laugh at blank-lined stories, But we both know They're not that bold. You hold me tight with open arms, As if a breeze could end our charms. Somewhere in the contents listed, It reads: "We tried, persisted." [Chorus] Vielleicht sind wir nur Geschichten Die sich nachts am Fenster treffen Ein Kapitel lang verbringen Und am Morgen wieder gehen Vielleicht sind wir nur Geschichten Auf zerknittertem Papier Doch ich schwör dir Wenn du umblätterst Bleibt ein bisschen was von mir in dir [Bridge] [Spoken deep, resonant old male voice, divine, like warm thunder, slow and majestic] Was Wenn wir uns falsch erzählt Im falschen Genre Falsche Zeit Wenn hinter deinem letzten Punkt Noch ein „Fortsetzung“ bereitsteht? (oh oh) [Chorus] Maybe we're just stories Meeting by the window's light Burn a chapter through the night Leaving come the morning's flight Maybe we're just stories On crumpled, weathered sheets But I swear to you Even in the end A bit of you remains with me, too [Outro] What if we mistold our tale Set in the wrong time, the wrong scale Behind your final dot, a continuation might prevail? Maybe we're just stories Crinkled pages, worn-out glories Stories On crinkled pages Crinkled pages, On crinkled pages Crinkled pages, [Guitar solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental]