Description
Tobacco smoke clinging to the lips, even after mint gum. A nighttime habit, hidden behind a closed door, but still revealing itself through smell and shadows in the eyes. These lines express a longing for the little things that hurt the most after departure: the glow of a cigarette in the darkness, the light of a streetlamp outside the window, which has changed a dozen times while time passed separately. The music sounds like an echo of empty streets, where a name spoken aloud no longer receives a response.
Composer: Bradley Robert Pitering
Lyricist: Bradley Robert Pitering
Lyrics and translation
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