Time After Time

It all started with something big - or, conversely, something too fragile to understand right away. It seemed like love. Or just youth with the scent of linden trees and the smell of someone else's shirts. And then - silence. The kind of silence where even the ringing of the phone sounds like a reproach. The song wanders through old memories barefoot - a little drunk, a little bold, desperately honest. There are red plastic cups and echoes of conversations that never happened. And attempts to come to terms with the past - at least inside your head. The track is just long enough for one “remember and let go” moment. Or not let go. That's an option too.