Description
Sometimes everything seems normal: tea in a mug, the window closed, people walking back and forth. But inside, it's as if someone dropped a box of nails right on your heart. Words get stuck in your throat, feelings take a detour. And you kind of want to just explain, just ask - but you can't. It's not pretty, it's not clear, it's not timely. This track is like a letter that was never sent. Like an unfinished line hanging in the air between “where were you?” and “why is everything like this?” It has a little drama, a little philosophy, and a lot of what is hidden deep inside. Underneath the layer of “everything is fine.”