Tak Di Tanganku

Time drips differently when six o'clock turns into a whole abyss. One city is already drinking its morning coffee, while another is just hiding under the covers. Light and darkness are playing hide-and-seek, and in between them are two people trying to hold onto warmth through the screen and sleep. My hands remember the familiar motion of typing a message, but now it feels like it's not flying to a person, but into the air. There's a quiet sadness in this song for those who still love but are no longer together. Everything seems calm: the bed is made, the cup is empty, the moon is in place. Only the heart keeps checking the time zones and waiting for "there" and "here" to align again, even for just one minute of sleep.