Azul

The song seems to be imbued with a weariness that cannot be escaped, even in dreams. It is that state when the air seems heavier than it should be, and thoughts are like raindrops on glass: they flow, but lead nowhere. You just want to exhale, lie down and let the world spin without your participation.

There is a strange comfort in these sounds - as if sadness has finally stopped hiding and sat down quietly beside you. No drama, just an honest admission: yes, it's hard, yes, everything inside is a little burnt out. But somewhere in these ashes, the desire to get up again, find solid ground under your feet and, perhaps, finally stop waiting is already smouldering.