[Grand Piano, monumental] [Vers 1] What if reason was just pure loudness, traffic roaring in your head, tin‑can thoughts all blaring, graceless, and you’re barefoot where they tread What if borders of each sentence crumble, edges slide and skew, commas drop and stay there, scattered, and you shrug: it’s fine, it flew [Chorus –crossover - Guitar/Piano solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] What if being “wrong” was exactly right, if tripping’s your style, made heavy on purpose, in spite, If grammar clamps hard round your throat, I swear, I’ll breathe out of rhythm, talk sideways, not square, till each little “wrong” becomes blazing, blazing bright [Piano solo with sustained notes and doom feeling] [Bridge] [Spoken deep, resonant male voice, divine, like warm thunder, slow and majestic] Was wäre, wenn dein Stottern meine Lieblingsstelle wär (ooh) wenn ein krummer kleiner Halbsatz mehr als tausend Regeln klärt Was, wenn wir den Rotstift einfach fallen lassen und die schiefen Zeilen einfach reden lassen (oooh) [Chorus] Was wäre, wenn falsch genau richtig wär wenn Stolpern der Stil ist, mit Absicht --- sooo schwer (oh) Wenn Grammatik die Kehle zuschnürt, ich schwör dann atme ich krumm rede ich quer dann ist jedes „falsch“ plötzlich sehr, sehr sehr [Outro–crossover - Piano Solo] with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] I twist the question wrong you bend the answer slow we’re hanging crooked in the line but we don’t let it go Maybe sense is just an accident a slip of tongue, unsound we kiss the world the wrong way round and everything is sound [Guitar solo, very little sax! very little Piano! with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [Grand Piano solo doom feeling, monumental]
