I Miss August

This track is like a clumsy attempt to reach something important that is slipping away, but at the same time drowning in itself. Somewhere between a stifled confession and a desperate attempt to find meaning in what was not said. Here, love seems to have almost reached its peak - at some point everything merges into a dull, burning feeling: “maybe I’m just not good enough?”

And here it is - this line that cannot be crossed, but which still pulls. Where two people try to remember what they mean to each other, but the words are lost, fade into the shadows. There is so much fear, doubt and desire to at least be heard. And in the end there remains only one request: “don’t run away, just take me home.” And this track remains exactly the same: bright, a little late, but alive.