VICTORIA

Sometimes life turns into a long flight - clouds outside the window, memories swirling in your head, and turbulence in your heart. Everything seems calm, but inside you're still spinning - from longing, from unspoken words, from the fear of waking up and realizing that everything real is somewhere in the airport of the past.

The song sounds like a conversation with yourself at four in the morning, when sleep is out of the question. It contains a little confession, a little tenderness, and a little more pain than you would like to admit. But between the lines, the main point slips through: even in a foreign city, even with a foreign accent, you can still find yourself - simply because someone once helped you believe that there is meaning in doing so.