Living in Paradise (with Avril Lavigne)

It feels like the eternal aftertaste of summer - when your skin no longer smells of the sun, but the memory stubbornly warms. It seems simple: a house, habits, two people who haven't been searching for meaning for a long time because they've found each other. The world is crumbling, cities are changing, but inside there's your own island where walls are built not of brick, but of trust. They don't expect miracles there; they are quietly cultivated, like tomatoes on a balcony: day by day, season after season. And even if it's September outside, inside it's still August.