Damage Control

It's as if the door was opened too abruptly, and the draft carried away everything superfluous - and with it, some of the former tranquility. The voice sounds like a report of an escape from a cage, where instead of bars there are one's own thoughts. It seems like freedom, but there is still a chain of reminders around the neck that “too easy” will not work.

The sun bounces off the glass like a ball off asphalt, and a strange feeling flashes inside: it's bright and disturbing at the same time. That very “damage control” is in the air - when it's too late to fix anything, but your hands rise to the sky as if it were a gesture of salvation.

And the whole song is like a maneuver on the edge: slightly ironic, a little crazy, but so alive that it doesn't let go until the end.