More songs by Midnight Fusic
Description
It all started so well - like a scene from a romantic movie: a glance, a smile, the wind in your hair. But in the final credits, there was no kiss, just an attempt to convince yourself that it wasn't quite over yet. The song is like a voice on the brink: either a whisper or a cry about how love was there, but turned out to be temporary, not permanent. It's a very honest monologue, where commas are replaced by restrained sighs, and periods by a new attempt to start over.