Description
Somewhere between “it's over” and “will you write?” lies a phone on the floor, screen up, like the last hope for a call back. It doesn't matter that there's no chance - just let them call. Say anything. The song is like it's 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. One of those tracks that don't shout - they whisper. And they sound louder than anything else.