Visual is important. Actually, my music itself is quit “visual”: I always try to picture in my mind the stories I sing. The funniest thing for me is writing the lyrics trying to leave them a little bit opened, so the people listening to them will try to see what I see. Or feel. Maybe imagine something else too.
When I compose music and write lyrics, [...] I try not to talk about my life. I try to write about another reality, another world, in dreams. I write songs in English and it is not my mother tongue so sometimes I can only find one word to express myself; this is limitative, but on the other hand lyrics become more” opened” because they’re a little bit…
I see my pretty face in his old eyes I listen to our blood run side by side I throw my hands to you And run away It's so cold so dangerous that I can't stay
I find my way to the sea I run before it ends / The summer is going to end On a rainy day like this He packed his house and left her Now she will stay awake And wait for him to come She might now wait forever
I’ll go because of the silence I’ll go as far as you go, as long as you take me deeper And while I dream about this place It’s even deeper than our home / Let’s go, the army is waiting Our weakness would start today And while I dream about this place It’s even deeper than our home
Hiding hunter prayed for his death Whispers to me: "Go now go." Let the sun relief the sun I need you / Oh, I'm still concerned With the fire in her hands I'm stuck in that same old dream Was it me you hope to live?
You can build yourself a fire I can find ourselves a home Till the endless summer No sleep, we talking low While we sing out to the sun My eyes and your tears will part No one knows where we are My heart became your heart
適合睡前聽的歌或各種意義道晚安的歌，一天選一首，可能會多推薦同一組創作者或同一部作品OST的其他首歌。
你們觸礁沉沒，無法逃離看似光鮮的房子。
▎There, his window's alright,
▎His garden is wonderful.
一切都這麼傷心 在那棟
遙遠的房子裡 他的窗戶完好
他的花園令人讚嘆
▎Comes from him
▎he will fill his house.
▎He takes my hand and whispers:
▎I'll drown when I see you.
但這座瀑布鹹鹹的眼淚
他流的眼淚
會注滿他的房子
他抓著我的手並低語
看見你我就會溺水
▎House out there he tried to get
▎Out, his house took our hands and smiled.
這些眼淚流這麼快 在他的
遙遠的房子 他嘗試離開
他的房子抓著我們的手並微笑
▎From this sad, sad house,
▎I take his hand
▎we sink.
你們永遠無法離開
這座傷心的 傷心的房子
我抓著他的手
我們下沉
喜歡他簡潔又有無窮餘韻的歌詞，喜歡他用房子比擬遇到問題的關係，一切傷心破碎，但雙方都還抱持注定無果的盼望勉勵維持。你們觸礁沉沒，無法逃離看似光鮮的房子，在眼淚的瀑布中溺水。
Visual is important. Actually, my music itself is quit “visual”: I always try to picture in my mind the stories I sing. The funniest thing for me is writing the lyrics trying to leave them a little bit opened, so the people listening to them will try to see what I see. Or feel. Maybe imagine something else too.
I see my pretty face in his old eyes
I listen to our blood run side by side
I throw my hands to you
And run away
It's so cold so dangerous that I can't stay
I find my way to the sea
I run before it ends
/
The summer is going to end
On a rainy day like this
He packed his house and left her
Now she will stay awake
And wait for him to come
She might now wait forever
I’ll go because of the silence
I’ll go as far as you go, as long as you take me deeper
And while I dream about this place
It’s even deeper than our home
/
Let’s go, the army is waiting
Our weakness would start today
And while I dream about this place
It’s even deeper than our home
Hiding hunter prayed for his death
Whispers to me: "Go now go."
Let the sun relief the sun
I need you
/
Oh, I'm still concerned
With the fire in her hands
I'm stuck in that same old dream
Was it me you hope to live?
You can build yourself a fire
I can find ourselves a home
Till the endless summer
No sleep, we talking low
While we sing out to the sun
My eyes and your tears will part
No one knows where we are
My heart became your heart