Description
It's as if the night dragged on and the conversation never happened. The air is thick with unspoken words, the windows are fogged up, and something quiet and slow is playing on the speakers, matching the mood, which is no longer sadness, but not yet indifference. I just want to go home. Not in the sense of“where I live,” but to a place where I feel safe. Where you don't have to prove yourself, explain yourself, hold back tears or your breath. In this track, the city is not a backdrop, but a co-author. The moto rw a y w i nd s like t h ou g hts af t er a qua r r el. T r aff i c l ight s f l ash i n time with h u rt f e el i ngs. E v eryth i n g s e em s to be s tand i ng sti l l, b u t insi d e it ' s as i f a n ea r thqu a ke ha s passed. Som e are si l e nt, some are w ai t ing for the o th e r to apol o gi z e first. And i n t his silent j ou r n e y is th e entire h i st o ry of t he rel a ti o nship, fro m the first message to the last turn. A very quiet, very powerful song. One of those that don't sound loud but stay with you for a long time.