Tutto Tranne Questo

Sad, like smoke after a holiday, this song is about how people can ruin everything even without malicious intent. It seems like you just didn't notice that someone nearby was slowly fading away. Not on purpose, just running around, fussing, looking for confirmation somewhere far away, while the warmth slipped through your fingers. And then it's too late. Words can no longer save the day, and silence cuts deeper than confessions. All that's left is to play indifferent, as if it was all just a game, as if the heart is unaware. But the sound gives it away - because if it really was ‘just sex,’ it wouldn't sound so painful.