Término em Risco

Sometimes treatment isn't candles, blankets and wine. It's a bar. Or noise. Or someone whose name you don't even know. Just so you're not left alone with the silence that, as luck would have it, speaks with your voice.

This track is about trying to forget properly, but it turns out however it turns out. About the tactic of ‘moving forward until it gets easier,’ even though deep down you already know it won't work. It will just become more familiar. In the rhythm of the street, with false salvation and an honest ‘I don't want to go back, but moving forward is somehow crooked.’

No drama. No hysterics. Just a way to survive while the heart mends as best it can.