Usually these days I can get back on track with 3 deep breaths
And usually these days it’s enough to touch my own body with these two hands…
But tonight I feel broken for you
Especially you
Particularly you
It has to be you
Incredibly you
Only you will do..
(Cuz what if I was wrong, what if I was wrong)
And it can take my breath away,
I can’t feel anything
Am I breathing?
Am I breathing?
(Cuz what if I was wrong, what if I was wrong)
Maybe I was wrong
I’m still missing you
And after all this time
I’m still missing you
I think I’m getting better at this thing they call living
Or if I’m honest, I might be pretending
Going past the physical, Into spiritual
But right now I’m just thinking of you
And I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you
I just didn’t really love my self
I’m trying hard just to love my self
I don’t know if I can love myself
Sometimes I get rush of that desire I once had
When I first saw you at our very first concert
Ariel East was playing but I mostly remember
The way your hair fell on the back of your neck
And I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you
I just knew you didn’t love yourself
I hope someday you can love yourself
I don’t know if you can love yourself…
Maybe I was wrong
I’m still missing you
And after all this time
I’m still missing you
Nothing is the same
Nothing will be the same
Nothing will be…
Nothing is the same
Nothing will be the same
Nothing will be…
Nothing is the same
Nothing will be the same
Nothing will be…
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Gorgeous and moving, this album fills a musical void in my collection that I didn't know existed. With lyrics that speak about the human condition and instrumentals that have a medieval flair, this has become my new musical addiction 😁 Not a single note is wasted here 9RnK7
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
supported by 4 fans who also own “Maybe I Was Wrong”
A truly stunning album that mentally transports you to foggy early morning streets, the pavement wet from recent rains. Dreary, but in a comforting way. Like sitting next to a window during a rainstorm, listening to the drops hit the glass while remaining warm. Never fails to make me feel safe. Crow Yo