Verse 1 — Mother & Child (soft, warm, sanctuary-like, female + child, pp sehr weich, intim, nah am Mikro)
It starts so small, inside her hands,
a heartbeat she can’t understand.
A tiny cry, a sleepless night,
love learning how to hold so tight.
There’s milk and blankets, lullabies,
and faith inside exhausted eyes.
A sacred bond that never ends,
love growing up to stand again.
Verse 2 — Family (nostalgic, bittersweet, p)
It sits at tables, waiting slow,
in whispered rules we learn to know.
In slammed doors, frightened teenage fights,
and hugs that mend the broken nights.
It’s discipline and letting go,
it’s “call me when you’re home” you know.
It hurts, it heals, it pushes through —
love learning how to root and bloom.
Chorus — The Many Faces (cinematic, wide, soaring, male + female, mp, weit, offene Vokale)
Oh love… it moves like oceans do,
in waves that break, in skies of blue.
In quiet rooms and crowded streets,
in heavy loss and golden dreams.
Oh love… it changes shape and name,
but somehow always stays the same.
In every heart it carves a truth —
we learn the world through how love moves.
Verse 3 — Friendship (light, gentle, steady, mp)
It wears old jeans and borrowed time,
with laughter loud and cheap red wine.
It sits beside us on cold floors,
and picks us up when life gets sore.
It knows our jokes and hidden scars,
it holds our grief beneath the stars.
No vows, no rings, no grand display —
love learning how to stay.
Verse 4 — Lovers (deep, risky, volatile, male + female Duett, mf, emotionaler Höhepunkt vor Bridge)
It burns like fire, sings like rain,
it steals our breath, rewires our veins.
It whispers soft on summer nights,
with butterflies and trembling lights.
But love can bruise and love can bleed,
it asks for truth, it asks for need.
Sometimes it leaves, sometimes it waits,
love learning how to risk and ache.
Bridge — God (holy, still, eternal, deep male, p zu mf)
And when we break, and when we fall,
love stands behind the shattered wall.
The kind that holds what we let slip,
the holy love that doesn’t quit.
It speaks our name before we speak,
in strength for days we feel too weak.
It loves us first, through loss and youth —
love teaching us the final truth.
Final Chorus — Resolution (soaring + soft landing, f voll, weit, cine dann soften → p auf letzten Lines)
Oh love… it moves like oceans do,
in waves that break, in skies of blue.
In weddings, graves, and newborn cries,
in answered prayers and why, oh why’s.
Oh love… it changes shape and name,
but somehow always stays the same.
In every heart it carves a truth —
we learn the world
through how love moves.
Endi
