THE FALL

Like a diary in the rhythm of breathing, this song swings between walls, reflecting inner scars that whisper, “hang in there.” There is no pathos here - only an honest admission that even the strong get tired. Each word sounds like a step on thin ice, and the beats like the pounding of a heart trying not to fall.

In these lines, there is light through smoke, faith through fatigue. It feels like someone is pulling themselves together in a dark room, looking at the sky through a crack in the ceiling and habitually sending kisses to the stars. The music seems to hold your hand, teasing your fears and at the same time giving you the strength to move on, even if the path is rough and imperfect.