More songs by Midnight Fusic
Description
It's as if I'm stuck somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, in a strange car, in the back seat - where it's boiling hot, my thoughts are sticky like syrup, and my memory catches errors in high definition. Everything seems a little blurry, like through glass with droplets on it - and in this fog, you want at least a grain of understanding. Or just not to repeat what has already been played out a hundred times. A very quiet track about inner noise.