Down

When the heart decides to go on strike and the head holds a survival meeting. Everything seems to be going according to plan: coffee, work, stories. Only the background sounds seemed muffled, and even the cat, that brazen unlicensed psychologist, isn't purring for some reason. The track captures that feeling when love is no longer in production, but the remnants are still lingering in the warehouse of emotions. It sounds like a memory that doesn't want to leave: a little drama, a little dance floor where the soul moves instead of the body because the body is just too lazy. The pain there isn't theatrical, but domestic - quiet, sticky, like rain that pours without a cathartic effect. And somewhere between "forget it" and "what if," the heart that swore never to answer unknown numbers again responds.