[Intro - spoken, very close, almost whispered] What are we looking for ? All these choices. All these roads. All these years. [Verse 1 - cold, detached] Do we wanna be liked ? Do we wanna be loved ? Do we wanna be somebody ? Famous. Rich. Seen. Maybe that's it. Maybe it isn't. [Verse 2 - restrained, rhythmic] Everybody talks. About everything. About nothing. So much noise. So many words. But all this talk... What does it really say ? What are we doing here ? [Pre-Chorus - sparse, slowly building] Maybe we just wanna be heard. For real. Not judged. Not fixed. Just heard. [Chorus - minimal, hypnotic] So sit down. Stay a while. Talk to me. I'm listening. You don't have to make it sound good. You don't have to hide anything. Just tell me. I'll be quiet. [Break - almost silent] And in that quiet inside me, your words keep moving. Clear. Simple. True. [Verse 3 - beat slowly returns] Like something you kept locked away finally finding a way out. No big speech. No perfect ending. Just you. Talking. And me, still listening. [Outro - stripped, fading] Maybe that's all we were looking for. Maybe that's all.
