Текст песни
Spoken in riddles, velvet knives
Constellations I had to decode
Every silence — a loaded chamber
Every touch — a shifting road
Breathe in question marks
Smile under crossfire light
Playing saint in your theatre
While you rehearsed the flight
But gravity got honest
And mirrors don’t lie for long
Turns out chaos sounds romantic
Till you hear the same old song
So turn the board — I want horizon
not a war zone grid
No more orchestras of tension
for the drama you forbid
Keep your tricks, your smoke
I don’t need a throne that tilts
Here for equal fire, quiet loyalty
Not emotional guilt
Some hearts hover near the falling
Like the edge defines the rush
Where every pulse becomes percussion
Just to prove it all means “much.”
But storms don’t always signal depth
And noise isn’t always truth
Sometimes calm is quiet courage
Sometimes balance feels like youth
Turn the board — let it level, let the black match the white
No more tension for theatre in the middle of the night
No more testing the silence
Just to watch what it makes
I want presence, not performance
Real connection — no fake
If you meet me — stand steady
No disappearing act of grace
Friendship, love, an open orbit
Where distance isn’t weaponized space
I don’t chase eclipses anymore
Don’t glorify every storm
Peace wears better these days
Than surviving emotional forms
It all sits level now, nothing to rewrite
No drama left calling, no need to ignite
I’m still capable of wonder
Still soft where it counts
Just done mistaking tension
For the highest amounts
If it comes, let it come balanced
If not, let the silence be
I don’t need the game to love
But the love can’t be a game for me
