Blowing Smoke

It sounds like a review of old feelings with a touch of sarcastic self-irony - as if someone has finally thrown other people's shirts out of the wardrobe and is whistling loudly while doing so. This is not about pain, but about clarity: when you know everything about a person, including their favourite position on the sofa and their weakness for dramatic phrases, and you no longer tremble from this knowledge. Love is in the past, but the observations remain - sharp, apt, with that very feminine insight that makes you want to laugh and applaud standing up.

The song is like one of those you listen to while cleaning your flat after a break-up: dust flies, windows are wide open, lips sing along to every line. And somewhere between the sting of hurt and the feeling of relief, it suddenly becomes funny - because it's all just a movie now, not real life.