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Through the smoke and the silence of the night, this song sounds like a torn note that was never sent. It describes a dimly lit room, strangers' glances, hair that changes colour, but memories that do not. It is about someone who is too beautiful for peace, too present to disappear from one's mind.

Here, loneliness is not dramatic, but mundane: strangers' feet, pills on the bedside table, the feeling of being ‘dead’ while alive. And yet there is hope, quiet, almost whispered, that somewhere out there, someone is still waiting. The track cools down like a cigarette, but leaves behind warmth mixed with the smell of pain and a little sweet, adolescent hopelessness.