Duh-Duhl Duh-Duhl: The Rhythm of Imperfection

Life's a rail, not meant for speed

The perfect pace ain't what we need

In that (Duh-Duhl Duh-Duhl) beat

Real scenes flash and disappear

Pistons pumping deep inside

Heartbeats echo, side by side

Imperfect sparks begin to run

Feels like some kind of spell begun

(Dull) makes space for something more

More sings back to what came before

Tracks go (Duh-Duhl Duh-Duhl) loud

Forging songs from steel and cloud

The gap we left, that little (less)

Bloomed into a quiet (more)

Sweetest bloom we never guessed

That lovely, lopsided metaphor

(Dull) makes space for something more

More sings back to what came before

Tracks go (Duh-Duhl Duh-Duhl) loud

Forging songs from steel and cloud

A spoon of less, a pinch of more

Time begins to settle slow

Alchemy of what's not right

Brews a flame from undertow

Jump from (less) to little (more)

Fall from (more) to quiet sore

Still the tracks go (Duh-Duhl Duh-Duhl)

Rolling iron into soul

More to love and more to feel

Less to break and less to steal

Every beauty in the world

Rides that (Duh-Duhl Duh-Duhl) wheel

Life!

Isn't about claiming space—

It's about leaning gently

Into someone else's emptiness