Innocence

It smells like the nineties, when the sun was brighter, the grass was greener, and bills weren't your concern. Now, instead of skipping ropes, there are loans; instead of naive dreams, there is Excel with expenses, but inside, there is still an itching desire to return to that summer when the whole world fit into one doorway. Between the beats, adult fatigue and childish nostalgia slip through: as if the party ended long ago, but someone is still searching their pockets for the remnants of youth. The music sounds like a hangover after a dream - bitter, honest, and a little funny.