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Hier noch einmal die Soulfunk Version des offiziellem Audio.
Auch hier gelten die selben Bedingungen, wie im (Official Audio) bereits erwähnt.
Text ist von mir, erstellt wurde dieses Stück aus einem Song von mir, welcher hier auf MOM bereits 2006 zu hören war.
Auch hier gelten die selben Bedingungen, wie im (Official Audio) bereits erwähnt.
Text ist von mir, erstellt wurde dieses Stück aus einem Song von mir, welcher hier auf MOM bereits 2006 zu hören war.
Verse 1
I’ve walked these streets a hundred times,
never really saw the blue break through.
Clouds kept their shadow over it,
and I missed more than I meant to.
How much did I skip
on a path I knew by heart?
Only when I stop and look close
does this place come back into focus.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits around,
until I’m ready for what’s in reach.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Verse 2
Rain taps cold stone,
a window catches dawn,
a stranger’s quick smile
says more than trouble ever could.
I’ve learned that seeing
is half the song already—
the world keeps nothing forever,
only what I bring to it.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits, steady,
until I’m ready for what’s near.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Bridge
At the market, cold coffee,
reading your text, screen glowing.
You were already home,
so close I almost missed you.
Outro
I’ll pause by the curb a minute,
pull my phone out and take the shot.
The bike by the fence, the bus window,
people coming, people going.
And without rushing, for once,
everything clicks into place.
I’ve walked these streets a hundred times,
never really saw the blue break through.
Clouds kept their shadow over it,
and I missed more than I meant to.
How much did I skip
on a path I knew by heart?
Only when I stop and look close
does this place come back into focus.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits around,
until I’m ready for what’s in reach.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Verse 2
Rain taps cold stone,
a window catches dawn,
a stranger’s quick smile
says more than trouble ever could.
I’ve learned that seeing
is half the song already—
the world keeps nothing forever,
only what I bring to it.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits, steady,
until I’m ready for what’s near.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Bridge
At the market, cold coffee,
reading your text, screen glowing.
You were already home,
so close I almost missed you.
Outro
I’ll pause by the curb a minute,
pull my phone out and take the shot.
The bike by the fence, the bus window,
people coming, people going.
And without rushing, for once,
everything clicks into place.
