Stay

Somewhere between “it’s over” and “will you write?” The phone is lying on the floor - the screen is up, like the last hope for a call back. It doesn’t matter that there is zero chance - just let him call. He'll say something.

The song seems to be made of air filled with anticipation. There are no storms or screams here, only the almost unspoken: “Stay. Or at least say that you were once there.” A soft, warm and slightly fragile request, wrapped in music.

Of those tracks that don't scream, they whisper. And they sound loudest.