Upside Down

It all started so well, like a scene from a romantic film: a glance, a smile, the wind in your hair. Only in the final credits, there is no kiss, but an attempt to convince yourself that it's not quite over yet. The song is like a voice on the brink: either a whisper or a cry about how love was there, but turned out to be a temporary lease, not ownership. A very honest monologue, where instead of commas there are restrained sighs, and instead of a full stop there is a new attempt to start.