Description
When feelings won't let go, but words have already been spent, all that's left is to mumble them to the beat. Here, regret sounds not like drama, but like an echo - muffled, warm, as if from another room. Each beat is an attempt to confess, but not directly, so as not to hurt too much. Instead of tears, there is a gentle sway; instead of confessions, there is a repeated “you,” like a spell against loneliness.
Everything that wasn't said in time is now dissolved in sound. A mixture of nostalgia and club lights, where memories smell of rum and summer, and the heart still argues with the mind: to write or just listen.
Writer, performer, and producer: Nikhil
Writer and performer: JAY MALAKHI
Additional backing vocals: Monifé
Additional bass: Tidez
Mixing and mastering: Isaac Boehm
Guest artist: JAY MALAKHI
Creative Director: Nikhil
Director: Louis-Jean La Grange
Cinematographer: Louis-Jean La Grange
Editing: Louis-Jean La Grange
First Assistant Director: David Hill
Second Assistant Director: Gabriela Routledge
Cinematographer: Lewis Warner
Lyrics and translation
Original
I found so many ways to not say that I miss you.
All the time I wasted, I should have been chasing you, you.
Oh, you, you, you.
One more time till the curtains fall back. One more chance till it all fades black.
Hit my line when you hear this track. DND, way past that.
One more time till the curtains fall back. One more chance till it all fades black.
Hit my line when you hear this track. DND, way past that. Yeah, five, four, three, two, one, explode.
Reminiscing back on the days when we were young.
Spending nights full of smoking and sipping on cheap rum. Yeah, I loved that, tell me what I loved when.
Flew out in the open, weed had me soaking. How you mend a heart in the dark when it's broken?
OMG, RIP, reoccurring dreams. Late night, I sing of my Deluni.
Pooh, pooh, girl come with screws loose. Asking my therapist connect to the blue tube.
Let's get down to the root of the truth, uh. All along I've been inside a wrong, uh.
Now he's fine, she clean, I need a long, uh.
It's how I learned the reason for this song. It goes a little dreary, let your heart be the judge.
Praying one day you -might make it home.
-Feeling delusional, baby, that's all I know. Is there another way? Release and fight it all.
Feeling delusional, baby, that's all I know. Is there another way? Release and fight it all.
I found so many ways to not say that I miss you.
All the time I wasted, I should have been chasing you, you.
Oh, you, you, you.
Ties get broken, my heart remains focused, focused.
Had my doors all locked but I -stayed open.
-Baby, I didn't let you know -it. -'Course I wanted all of it.
Just got stuck up on a trip. Now I'm racing down to it. There I've let it slip.
Feeling delusional, baby, that's all I know. Is there another way?
Release and fight it all. Feeling delusional, baby, that's all I know.
Is there another way? Release and fight it all. Feeling delusional, baby, that's all
I know. Is there another way?
Release and fight it all.
Feeling delusional, baby, that's all I know. Is there another way?
Release and fight it all.
Feeling delusional, feeling delusional, feeling delusional, feeling delusional.
Feeling delusional, feeling delusional, feeling delusional, feeling delusional.