SIDELINE

The night here smells of smoke and sweet alcohol, and the music is as sticky as small talk on the balcony in the early hours of the morning. Everything is beautiful: the makeup, the lights, the shop windows, the stained glass behind which thoughts are hidden. But behind this glossy picture, there is a slight melancholy - the heart seems whole, but with stains that cannot be washed away.

Each verse swings like a half-spoken conversation: hints, shadows of phrases, hidden confessions. You want to dance and forget yourself, but every movement leaves a taste of the unsaid. The track is like a night in a club, where the music is louder than feelings, but one thought still seeps through - someone is sorely missed.