[Verse 1]
An old wooden table,
dents running through the grain,
rings from countless glasses,
each one left its stain.
Someone sanded down the surface,
until every mark was gone.
It never looked more perfect.
It never looked so soulless.
[Verse 2]
A song came rough and breathing,
a crack inside the tone,
a voice that missed the perfect note,
but somehow felt like home.
Then every edge was polished,
every tremble tuned away.
It never sounded cleaner.
It never felt so far away.
[Chorus]
Leave a little rough around the edges,
leave a little out of line.
Not everything that’s imperfect
needs another hand to make it right.
Leave the cracks that tell a story,
leave the notes that bend and sway.
If we polish every imperfection,
what are we polishing away?
[Verse 3]
We learn to hide the parts of us
that never seem to fit,
smooth away the awkward edges,
change ourselves bit by bit.
Until the mirror shows a version
no one could criticize.
Everything looks almost perfect —
but something in us dies.
[Chorus]
Leave a little rough around the edges,
leave a little out of line.
Not everything that’s imperfect
needs another hand to make it right.
Leave the cracks that tell a story,
leave the notes that bend and sway.
If we polish every imperfection,
what are we polishing away?
[Bridge]
The new assistants of our time,
we correct them when they’re wrong.
We ask for truth, we ask for answers,
and expect them to grow strong.
But we also ask for something
we could never quite predict —
a thought that doesn’t follow ours,
a turn we wouldn’t pick.
And when it takes another path,
do we listen — or correct?
When did different become an error?
When did different mean defect?
[Final Chorus]
Leave a little rough around the edges,
leave a little out of line.
Not everything that’s imperfect
needs another hand to make it right.
Leave the cracks that tell a story,
leave the notes that bend and sway.
If we polish every imperfection,
what are we polishing away?
[Outro]
What if what we called a flaw
was the fingerprint?
Lyrik Darla und Luca
Produziert suno
Inspiriert von Unvollkommenheit