Time After Time

It all started with something big - or, conversely, something too fragile to understand right away. It seems it was love. Or just youth with the scent of linden trees and the smell of other people's shirts. And then - silence. The kind where even the dial tone sounds like a reproach.

The song seems to wander barefoot through old memories - a little drunk, a little bold, desperately honest. There are red plastic cups and echoes of conversations that never happened. And attempts to come to terms with the past - at least inside your head.

The track is just long enough for one ‘remember and let go’ moment. Or don't let go. That's also an option.