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GIANT22 - Der Flöten Spieler - Tour De Traum 27 - LOW REZ Version

All My L!fe

Smooth song about wondering about purpose in life 

Wondering Why

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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All My L!fe

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