Confess Your Love

It's as if someone's morning has frozen in slow motion: the sun shining through the window, birds chirping, and that feeling when there are no words, but everything has already been said. The music here is unhurried, as if deliberately stretching out the silence between inhalation and exhalation, making it cosy.

The words are simple, almost childish - ‘happy,’ “love” - but they sound as if nothing else matters. No pretentiousness, no drama, just lightness: waking up, looking at someone who is ‘too perfect,’ and allowing yourself to stay in that moment a little longer than usual.