On a rainy Monday morning of 1952, Carl is in his bathroom. 
A candle is partially lighting his face. He barely slept the last night.
Looking at his reflection, he starts the confrontation. The silence is the purest he had ever experienced. 
He needs to spit out those words, the ones he will tell her for their last time together.
He prepared sentences, on a small leather covered notebook, he wrote down what needs to be said.
He took his time for that. Things needs to be done the right way. 
With his inner voice, he’s struggling reading what took him almost all night to write.
Nothing comes out. The silence still pure.
He’s trying to say it out loud, but it seems that those words won't come out from his mouth. 
The silence remain.
Eyes into eyes, he remember those screams, those tears. A small glint of pain and anger grows slowly. 
Unsatisfied, he drops his notebook, start trying to express that pain, and those things he regrets. 
Anger is taking more space, his voice seems to come from his mouth but it doesn’t sounds like it should.
Memories are torturing him, those screams, those tears… He needs to stay focus. This silence is getting oppressive. His anger, his pain are overflowing.
The flame of the candle is growing.
After the last scream, the atmosphere subside. 
A few sentences went out of his mouth, deep down from his soul. 
The truth he was screaming, sounded in a melodic way. 
Now, she disgust him.
On a rainy Monday morning of 1952, Carl is in his bathroom, the sun is now up. 
Blue and red lights illuminate his house through the windows, the doorbell rings, but no one will ever answer.
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Vocal Performance by @sandrocean
Mastering by @onl-onl
Artwork by @cncptr & a_Dubor
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Put a sin in your heart
There's no need to be hard lady
No vaccin to cure us
I plant a seed in a yard away

Put a sin in your heart
There's no need to be hard lady
No vaccin to cure us
I plant a seed in a yard away

Plant a seed in a yard away
Away, away, away from you

Slowly driving away
Nothing is getting complicated
It take times to read the signs
She put dots I make a line

Your book is getting complicated
Car boot is now overweighted
The hook deserve translation
Feature boy abreviation
Abreviation (x3)
Abreviation (x3)

Stop try to hold me with tears I gave you a cadillac
I might keep stocking the years, god knows you're a baby crack
Goes slow but far from the fear it gave me satisfaction 
It turned for so long my dear we barely miss a track

Stop try to hold it with tears I'll give you a cadillac
I might keep stocking the years, god knows you're a baby crack
Goes slow but far from the fear it gave me satisfaction 
Action
Fuck you and fuck radio fashion

Put a sin in your heart
There's no need to be hard lady
No vaccin to cure us
I plant a seed in a yard away

I only love you under darkness 
To see you're beauty when it's lightless
Spend a day with feel just pointless
Like a waste when the light is on your face

Max Davison - Light [Abr. x Sandrøse Remix]

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