Asking For A Friend

There's something painfully beautiful about the moment when words no longer save you, but you still want to say something. At least out of politeness to the silence. The song is like it's sitting on the border between "still together" and "no longer together," slowly turning promises in its hands – unnecessary, but still warm. It contains a weariness from endless "let's talk later" and a strange calm of those who have finally stopped waiting for an answer to the question "what is real." It sounds like someone turned off the lights not out of anger, but simply because it's bedtime. Everything important has already been said - only the echo repeats the last lines while the hope that this isn't the end, but a comma, still stirs within.