歌詞

“They say just living is enough”—

What a line, but I can’t claim it

So I’m left outside the coming-of-age scene

A shadow cut from the frame

You feel it too, don’t you?

A bitterness, raw and true—

Not some convenient bitter mint

But ninety-six percent cacao

No sweetness left to rescue you

No melody reaches your bones

No poem can touch your buckled knees—

My words fall short

Your pain won’t let them breathe

So let’s throw it all away

And stage our grand finale

Colors fade—so what?

We don’t have to name every shade

Pure happiness—

If it exists, it’s counterfeit

Grand finale, grand finale—

If it’s perfect, it’s counterfeit

Grand finale, grand finale—

If it’s perfect, it’s counterfeit

They said, “Just say the line and heal,”

But scripts don’t fit a trembling will

I’ll hold the silence with you here

Where honesty outlives the cheer

No melody reaches your bones

No poem can steady those knees—

Let all our pretty lines collapse

And breathe the hard air we breathe

If living isn’t love, we’ll live and call it loving;

If comfort is a lie, we’ll share the honest nothing

Hand in hand with what remains

We’ll let the broken teach the frame

Some nights I think: let this song disappear—

Even if somewhere it rescues someone

So while this will still carries an urgent warmth

I will sing your song

I only sing

And still—why does it hurt so much?

We rushed on a dare to the house of dreams

And despaired at too much beauty, too much ruin

Even so, even so

What waits is only the waiting

So we sing

We sing

So let’s throw it all away

And stage our grand finale

Colors fade—so what?

We’re brighter when we don’t pretend

Pure happiness—

If it’s real, it’s counterfeit

Ninety-six percent cacao—

No sweetness left, yet here we are