[Intro – spoken]
How much of a life is chosen —
and how much simply happens?
[Verse 1]
I don’t remember falling here.
I only know it’s dark.
Something keeps pulling at me
toward somewhere I’ve never been.
So I reach.
I thought the earth would let me through.
It doesn’t.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a stone above me.
For a while
I think this is as far as I go.
Still, something in me
keeps reaching
[Chorus]
Maybe there’s soft ground
just an inch away.
Maybe there isn’t.
Maybe tomorrow
something will give.
Maybe it won’t.
I wish I knew.
How I wish I knew.
[Verse 2]
I wish someone could tell me
what I’m growing into.
A flower.
A weed.
A tree that stays.
Or something the wind
will carry away.
Would I even know
while I’m still down here?
[Chorus]
Maybe there’s soft ground
just an inch away.
Maybe there isn’t.
Maybe tomorrow
something will give.
Maybe it won’t.
I wish I knew.
How I wish I knew.
[Bridge]
I didn’t choose this ground.
Maybe no one did.
And yet—
here I am.
[Outro – almost spoken]
What happens next?
We’ll see…
Lyrik Darla und Luca
Produziert suno
Inspiriert samen der auf die Erde fällt