Where's My Love

Cold sheets and an empty space beside you speak louder than any scream. In this silence, every word turns into a ghostly whisper that lingers in the room even when no one is there. The song moves slowly, like breathing in the dark, as if someone is trying to hold on to something that is slipping through their fingers.

The questions are repeated, but there are no answers: either escape, or loss, or just a pause that has lasted too long. And yet, through the anxiety, a soft call emerges - without reproach, without despair, just a request to come home.

Here, tenderness coexists with pain, like ice and flame in the same vessel. The music does not argue or press, it only reminds us that even if someone disappears, the connection is not broken forever. It lives in fear, in blood, and in the hope that the doors will remain open.