Lyrics

Sometimes
thoughts
need
safe rooms.
Places
inside the mind
where fear
can speak
without immediately
becoming
the truth.
And sometimes
inside mine
I wonder
if I’ve become
something
smaller
than a person.
A virtual toy
with
a soundtrack.
Something
your enormous
imagination
can reach for
whenever
it needs
another colour.
Joy.
Pain.
Desire.
Fear.
All those
beautiful
primary emotions
splitting
into infinite
shades
depending
on the weather
inside you.
And there I am.
Somewhere
between
your heart
and your imagination…
wondering
which one
is holding
the remote.
You’re free
to press play.
Free
to press stop.
Free
to come back
whenever
you need
the music.
But somehow
you keep
returning
to the song
that hurt you…
instead
of the one
that filled
your heart.
Maybe
pain
asks better
questions.
Maybe
love
gets tired
of answering.
And I could
keep writing
new songs
like evidence.
One more verse
to prove
the last one
was real.
One more melody.
One more explanation.
One more
beautiful
exhibit A.
But love
shouldn’t need
a courtroom.
And music
shouldn’t need
a witness.
So I’ll make
the music
that feels
good
to me.
I don’t
have to
publish it.
I can publish it
and delete it
ten minutes later.
Terrible
career strategy.
Excellent
freedom.
The song
still existed.
I still
felt it.
That’s enough.
And perhaps
we’re doing
the same thing
in different
ways.
I’m waiting
for
the magic signal.
You’re looking
for
another confirmation.
Then another.
Then another.
As if certainty
might eventually
knock
on the door
carrying
official documents.
But hearts
are terrible
bureaucrats.
They usually
know
long before
the paperwork
arrives.
You’re free
to press play.
Free
to press stop.
Free
to search
every old song
for the answer
you need.
And I’m free
to keep
making music
without turning
my heart
into proof.
Maybe
the magic signal
isn’t coming.
Maybe
we’ve been
waiting
for something
that already
happened.
So listen.
Not
to the song
that hurt
the most.
Not
to the fear
asking
for another
confirmation.
Not even
to me.
Listen
to the quiet
place
beneath
all that noise.
Perhaps
the answer
has been there
for longer
than either
of us
wanted
to admit.
Because sometimes
the mind
keeps searching
for a signal…
long after
the heart
has already
understood.