[Intro – spoken/whisper] Hör zu… The city talks when no one dares. [Verse 1] I walk where neon bleeds on snow, A paper scarf around my throat, Your laughter clipped, your heartbeat loud— I file it down, I take my notes. Behind the curtain of the “fine,” Behind the smile you learned to wear, I hear the truth between your teeth— Schweig… I’m already there. [Pre-Chorus] Static hymns in broken towers, Whispered names and borrowed hours, If time flips like a loaded coin— I’ll still catch what you tried to hide. [Chorus] I listen, I listen, through the wall and through the night, A cornflower in my coat—blue flame, hidden light. I listen, I listen, to the lie inside the choir, Say it soft, say it slow—I translate the wire. Hör zu, hör zu—I’m the echo you can’t outrun, I listen, I listen—and the damage is done. [Verse 2] Call me code, call me shadow-signed, Numbers stitched beneath my skin, I sip the fear from teacup rims, I smile like I could be your friend. In every room, a thousand eyes, In every vow, a loaded phrase, You pray for mercy, I write the line: Keine Zeugen. Close the case. [Pre-Chorus] Footsteps drowned by tramline thunder, Promises you put me under, If the Storm comes peeling back the years— I’ll be the one who still hears. [Chorus] I listen, I listen, through the wall and through the night, A cornflower in my coat—blue flame, hidden light. I listen, I listen, to the lie inside the choir, Say it soft, say it slow—I translate the wire. Hör zu, hör zu—I’m the echo you can’t outrun, I listen, I listen—and the damage is done. [Bridge – quieter, intimate] Maybe I’m tired of the ticking, Of tongues that turn to knives, So I keep my heart in a locked drawer— To keep it alive. But if you ever speak my true name… Don’t. Just… flüstern. Let the city take the blame. [Final Chorus – bigger, hook repeated] I listen, I listen (hör zu), I listen, I listen (bleib still), Cornflower in my coat, cold hands, iron will. I listen, I listen—to the lie, to the prayer, to the gun, I listen, I listen—and the damage is done. I listen, I listen… …and I don’t miss a word.
