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Description
There are times when everything seems fine - the sun is shining, the grass is growing, the coffee hasn't spilled - but inside, it's as if someone is quietly moving the furniture around. And this destroys all the comfort, even though nothing has changed on the outside.
The song captures that very feeling: wandering through your own thoughts, where every turn seems like déjà vu, and yet you keep going - because where else can you go? The voice conveys fatigue from trying to be “okay” and tenderness toward oneself, so imperfect, with cracks and doubts. These sounds don't convey despair, but acceptance - soft, like the touch of water in the bathtub when you just sit and breathe. It seems that sometimes the sun really doesn't save you - but it doesn't have to.
Producers: Oklow and Danny L. Harl
Writers: Marylou Meiniel, FKA twigs, Danny L. Harl, and Casey Manierka-Quayle
Publisher: Concord Music Publishing and BMG Rights
Vocal Arrangement: Lucien Krampf
Vocal Arrangement: Cameron Pool
Mixing and Additional Programming: David Rench for Solar Management Ltd.
Mixing: Studio Bruxo, London
Mastering: Heba Kadri, New York
Director: Gilles Garbi
Producer: Miles
Executive Producer: Emile Olan
Service Production in the UK: Agile
Producer: Inez Myers
Executive Producer: Miles Payne
Director of Photography: Florian Solin
First Assistant Director: Nathan Vailant
Editing: Gilles Garbi
Color Correction: Grégoire Lestourgi
Production Designer: Theo Boswell
Props – Charlie Edwards Moss
Assistant Designer – Izzy Sounes
Assistant Designer – Charlie Ratcliffe
Lyrics and translation
Original
A few steps in the backyard with one foot at a time.
Only rays of sunshine can be guiding me off-guard.
The turning in my mind travels through my viscous with the stories before mine.
All the homes that I've known were made to fall in the pine.
All the ships and castles created have been refound.
Idyllic deep inside me, in the start and in the ending. That's my beginning.
Full of life that I'm starting, now finding something crowding.
Guess I thought the sunshine would be enough or something.
The body is a temple. Am I worshiping too hard?
Praying with my ashes keeps me awake for so long.
But sometimes I'm so fragile, as if someone else's space feels more like home than own.
All the signs that I know are starting to be a play.
It'd be nice to grow old without being under attack.
All this fear of the home is filling up layers of time.
Can I just keep it home instead of it choking my mind?
Instead of it choking my mind.
Avoiding myself naked and apart just to touch my body in the dark.
I wanna find a place I feel alive.
The beating of my heart is sure a place to start instead of me choking up and down.
Idyllic deep inside me, in the start and in the ending.
That's my beginning.
Full of life that I'm starting, now finding something crowding.
Guess I thought the sunshine would be enough or something.