DM

Soft as an old wool sweater, the track smells of late autumn and cold coffee. Somewhere between “I'll be right there” and “I can't sleep” is where life happens - seemingly quiet, but inside everything is buzzing like an old record player. A little laziness, a little melancholy, and that feeling when the world is suspended between an unread message and a reply that you'll never send anyway.

This is the sound of a generation that is too lazy to call, but afraid of being lost. Where feelings are not spoken - they just flicker on the screen like satellites overhead.