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[00:00.001]Original singer:singing 颜博恩(Jade Yan) creative work AI-driven shaping
[00:00.002]Lyricist:颜博恩(Jade Yan)
[00:00.003]Composer:颜博恩(Jade Yan)
[00:00.004]Arranger:颜博恩(Jade Yan)
[00:13.440]That chases meaning through the night.
[00:16.650]I watch the frantic, painted race,
[00:19.590]A stranger in this crowded place.
[00:22.560]Then I turn, and there you stand,
[00:29.280]A quiet brush upon my hand.
[00:32.100]The noise just, settles into dust,
[00:35.520]In this one thing I know to trust.
[00:38.940]In this circus, loud and vast,
[00:41.010]You’ re the first breath after the blast.
[00:44.820]The simple fact I come back to.
[00:47.220]When the whole world’ s a tilted floor,
[00:53.550]And nothing makes much sense anymore,
[00:57.360]You’ re the still point in the spin,
[00:59.820]The quiet room the noise can’ t get in.
[01:03.540]In the grand and silly parade,
[01:05.910]You’ re the reason that the colors don’ t fade.
[01:09.810]My constant in the crazy scheme,
[01:13.170]The anchor of my waking dream.
[01:18.030]The only proof that’ s ever shown,
[01:20.610]That I am not and will not be, alone.
[01:29.160]They trade in whispers, sell the fear,
[01:32.280]The atmosphere is never clear.
[01:35.340]A joke where no one knows the punchline,
[01:38.520]And simply, wordlessly, fill it up.
[01:41.730]The chaos settles, a fractured pact.
[01:44.850]The world’ s a stage with broken lines,
[01:47.940]But you are where the meaning aligns.
[01:54.510]Let them rearrange the moon.
[01:59.460]In this circus, loud and vast,
[02:02.400]You’ re the first breath after the blast.
[02:05.280]The simple fact I come back to.
[02:09.540]When the whole world’ s a tilted floor,
[02:15.600]And nothing makes much sense anymore,
[02:19.350]You’ re the still point in the spin,
[02:21.840]The quiet room the noise can’ t get in.
[02:25.620]In the grand and silly parade,
[02:29.100]You’ re the reason that the colors don’ t fade.
[02:31.890]My constant in the crazy scheme,
[02:36.660]The anchor of my waking dream.
[02:40.380]The only proof that’ s ever shown,
[02:42.660]That I am not and will not be, alone.
[02:48.240]I don’ t need a grand design,
[02:48.870]A perfect, dotted, straight- sky line.
[02:49.620]That turns the wrong world almost… right.
[02:57.420]The equation that makes the nonsense cease,
[02:58.470]My quiet, personal, stubborn peace.
[03:02.250]‘ Cause when this whole world’ s a tilted floor,
[03:06.030]And nothing makes much sense anymore,
[03:09.930]You are my still point in the spin,
[03:12.330]The quiet where true things begin.
[03:16.560]In the endless, shifting parade,
[03:18.420]You’ re the reason my heart isn’ t afraid.
[03:21.600]My logic in the crazy scheme,
[03:24.990]The truth inside my deepest dream.
[03:28.110]The final answer I have known.
[03:36.750]I am never alone.
文本歌词
Original singer:singing 颜博恩(Jade Yan) creative work AI-driven shaping
Lyricist:颜博恩(Jade Yan)
Composer:颜博恩(Jade Yan)
Arranger:颜博恩(Jade Yan)
That chases meaning through the night.
I watch the frantic, painted race,
A stranger in this crowded place.
Then I turn, and there you stand,
A quiet brush upon my hand.
The noise just, settles into dust,
In this one thing I know to trust.
In this circus, loud and vast,
You’ re the first breath after the blast.
The simple fact I come back to.
When the whole world’ s a tilted floor,
And nothing makes much sense anymore,
You’ re the still point in the spin,
The quiet room the noise can’ t get in.
In the grand and silly parade,
You’ re the reason that the colors don’ t fade.
My constant in the crazy scheme,
The anchor of my waking dream.
The only proof that’ s ever shown,
That I am not and will not be, alone.
They trade in whispers, sell the fear,
The atmosphere is never clear.
A joke where no one knows the punchline,
And simply, wordlessly, fill it up.
The chaos settles, a fractured pact.
The world’ s a stage with broken lines,
But you are where the meaning aligns.
Let them rearrange the moon.
In this circus, loud and vast,
You’ re the first breath after the blast.
The simple fact I come back to.
When the whole world’ s a tilted floor,
And nothing makes much sense anymore,
You’ re the still point in the spin,
The quiet room the noise can’ t get in.
In the grand and silly parade,
You’ re the reason that the colors don’ t fade.
My constant in the crazy scheme,
The anchor of my waking dream.
The only proof that’ s ever shown,
That I am not and will not be, alone.
I don’ t need a grand design,
A perfect, dotted, straight- sky line.
That turns the wrong world almost… right.
The equation that makes the nonsense cease,
My quiet, personal, stubborn peace.
‘ Cause when this whole world’ s a tilted floor,
And nothing makes much sense anymore,
You are my still point in the spin,
The quiet where true things begin.
In the endless, shifting parade,
You’ re the reason my heart isn’ t afraid.
My logic in the crazy scheme,
The truth inside my deepest dream.
The final answer I have known.
I am never alone.