We Don't Leave the House

The heat sticks to the skin like this melody sticks to the ears. Everything seems to melt - thoughts, words, even the desire to move. There is no need to explain, justify, or prove anything: the air trembles, and that is enough.

Each repetition is a stubborn “leave me alone.” No plans, no explanations, just a hot freeze frame where the only thing that matters is keeping your pulse steady. The music here doesn't call you forward or take you back, but turns everything into a viscous “now” in which time barely breathes.

Slightly cheeky, a little lazy, but at the same time magnetic - like a soundtrack to the moment when the world forces you to be silent and just exist under the scorching sun.