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Summary

The song explores how different people perceive the world, shaping their expectations, love, and hope through private histories and daily choices. Intimate verses present individual vignettes while pre-choruses and a soaring chorus contrast personal truth with shared streets and collective longing. A spoken-word bridge reflects on the impossibility of a single language for pain and joy, followed by an additional verse that deepens the human portrait. Dense backing vocals and layered harmonies emphasize unity amid difference, delivering a cinematic, hopeful yet urgent mood.

Lyrics

[Intro]  
(ahh ahh)  
Soft dawn hums under the city, a slow metronome of chance  
(oooh oooh)  
Footsteps split like rivers, everyone keeps their own stance  
(mmm mmm)

[Verse 1]  
She reads the map of futures in folded tea-stained hands  
(la la la; ooh ooh)  
He counts the cracks in ceilings, builds empires of plans  
(na na na; ah)  
Some keep prayers in pockets, others trade them for light  
(ooo-ooo; yeah)  
All of them orbit meaning, every view a private sight  
(ahh ahh)

[Pre-Chorus]  
We line our expectations up like faces at a gate  
(we wait; we wait)  
Each one wearing promises, some heavy, some too late  
(hold on; hold on)

[Chorus]  
Many windows, many views, same street, a different truth  
(we sing; we sing; we sing)  
Hands that reach for comfort, hands that reach for proof  
(reach out; reach out)  
Love comes as a whisper, hope arrives a roar  
(mm-hmm; aaah)  
We learn to carry riddles we can’t carry anymore  
(we carry; we carry; we carry)

[Verse 2]  
She pins a list of kindness to the corner of her day  
(la la la; hum)  
He trades that same compassion for a carefully kept way  
(na na na; ooh)  
Children draw up meanings with chalk and silver glue  
(oooh ooh; mm)  
Older voices gather fragments, sift the false from true  
(ahh ahh)

[Pre-Chorus]  
Expectations like weather, shifting on a whim  
(shift shift; hold on)  
We fold ourselves to fit them, or hang on to the brim  
(stay true; stay true)

[Chorus]  
Many windows, many views, same street, a different truth  
(we sing; we sing; we sing)  
Hands that reach for comfort, hands that reach for proof  
(reach out; reach out)  
Love comes as a whisper, hope arrives a roar  
(aaah; aaah)  
We learn to carry riddles we can’t carry anymore  
(we carry; we carry; we carry)

[Bridge]  
Listen — some believe the world is folded into frames  
(quiet now; hush)  
Others feel the tremor and assign it other names  
(softly; softly)  
There is no single language for the wounds and for the gold  
(translate; translate)  
We barter with our silences, we trade what we withhold  
(hold on; hold on)

[Additional Verse]  
A woman folds the morning into pockets of design  
(la la; hum)  
A man unwinds his childhood into lessons he can sign  
(na na; ooh)  
Neighbors pass like pages, inked with different points of view  
(mm-hmm; ah)  
We keep our private lanterns lit, each one a different hue  
(we glow; we glow)

[Interlude]  
(ahhhhh — la la — ooh)  
Instrumental breath where the city trades its sighs  
(ahh ahh)  
A thousand private sunrises reflected in passing eyes  
(we see; we see)

[Chorus]  
Many windows, many views, same street, a different truth  
(we sing together; we sing together)  
Hands that reach for comfort, hands that reach for proof  
(reach out; reach out)  
Love comes as a whisper, hope arrives a roar  
(hope, hope, hope)  
We learn to carry riddles we can’t carry anymore  
(we carry; we carry; we carry)

[Outro]  
When lights go down we tally what we gave and what we stole  
(la la; mm-hmm)  
Walking home with borrowed faith, trying to make it whole  
(ooh ooh; ahh)  
(we keep; we keep; we keep)

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

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