Florence

Love is sometimes like a list of unfulfilled wishes - call me, come over, look into my eyes, be there for me. But it turns out to be the opposite: the tighter you hold on, the faster it slips away. In the song, it sounds like the quiet stubbornness of a heart that already misses you, even before saying goodbye. The result is a gentle paradox - sadness about what will not happen intertwined with the warmth of what already is. And this seems painful, but it is also truly alive.