Drip

It's as if two electric currents accidentally met at an intersection of gazes - and are now shining in unison. Everything seems simple: the rhythm is lazily playful, the words are as if they slipped off the tongue without being edited by the mind. But there's something charming about this casual "sleep list" – that very vibe where you don't need to be smart, deep, or dramatic. Just to match the pace, the breathing, the line. The music shimmers like foil in the sun: it's a little blinding, a little playful, and that makes it even more enjoyable. There's no point in looking for subtexts here - they've all dissolved in the light. They're just two peas in a pod, turning the same page while everyone else is still looking for the right volume.