Every Planet We Reach Is Dead

Everything around seems to have blurred a little - sounds, thoughts, even the air trembles like a reflection in a puddle after rain. Every word in this song is not so much sung as exhaled, like a confession that has been on the tip of your tongue for a long time, but the stubborn “later” prevented you from saying it. The melody hovers somewhere between sadness and tenderness, the kind that appears when you know that love is still there, but it can no longer save you.

All these “what shall we do” sound not like a question, but like a weary understanding that, most likely, nothing. Just to be silent together for a while, until the heart cools down and the echo fades away. There is a beauty in this - quiet, mature, mixed with sleepless longing and a strange calmness. As if the night had decided not to end, so that no one would have to decide anything.