Yakuza

Love in this track doesn't smell like roses, but like ozone before a thunderstorm – sharp, a little dangerous, and eerily familiar. When the heart beats to the rhythm of chaos and reason quietly retreats, because "just one more dance and maybe it will get easier." Two people who haven't cared what anyone says for a long time. Too late, too early, too right to be legal. The city shimmers with neon, as if it too is trying to hide its mistakes under the glitter. And if we're going to drown, let it be beautifully in the eyes of others, in the sound of beats, in the morning we'll have to face together again. Love is cold, but that's what's exciting: the little marks on your wrists hurt a bit, but at least it's honest.