More songs by Henry Moodie
Description
There are memories that are on the tip of your tongue. It was almost said - but you freeze, swallow it down, and the moment is lost in the noise of fireworks. Then nite, a phone in hand, a half-drunk boldness, words flashing on the screen that might have changed everything. But the "delete" button is closer than "send." And life goes on as usual: dates change, but inside, the same dialog that never happened continues. It seems like you can experience feelings silently - but no, they still seep between the lines, into unfunny jokes, into drawn-out conversations, into that very shiver when you meet. A song about the unspoken, the postponed, and the almost happened. About the fear of destroying the little that already exists - and about the foolish hope that the other person will figure it out themselves. In the end, all that remains is a slight aftertaste of regret and a strange warmth: it means it wasn't all in vain after all.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fifth of November, when I walked you home.
That's when I nearly said it, but then said forget it and froze.
Do you remember?
You probably don't.
'Cause the sparks in the sky took a hold of your eyes while we spoke.
Yesterday, drank way too much and stayed up too late.
Started to write what I wanna say.
Deleted the message, but I still remember it said.
I wish
I was who you drunk texted at midnight.
Wish I was the reason you stay up 'til three and you can't fall asleep, waiting for me to reply.
I wish I was more than just someone you walk by.
Wish I wasn't scared to be honest and open, instead of just hoping, you'd feel what I'm feeling inside.
April the seventh, and nothing has changed.
It's hard to get by when you're still on my mind every day.
Sometimes I question if you feel the same.
Do we make stupid jokes, tryna hide that we're both too afraid to say?
I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight.
Wish I was the reason you stay up 'til three and you can't fall asleep, waiting for me to reply. I wish
I was more than just someone you walk by.
Wish I wasn't scared to be honest and open, instead of just hoping, you'd feel what I'm feeling inside.
Oh, and here we go again, destroy myself to keep a friend.
Hiding away 'cause I was afraid to say no.
I wonder if I cross your mind half as much as you do mine. If I tell you the truth, what will I lose? I don't know.
I wish I sent you that drunk text at midnight.
I was just scared it would ruin our friendship, but I really meant it.
I wonder how you would reply.