How Can We Not Be Grateful To You

I Live and Yet Not I

How Long

Come With Me From Lebanon, My Bride

Let Him Kiss me

Living in Fellowship with God

Lord Jesus, Come! Amen!

Remind Me Lord

If you’ve ever felt stuck on the sofa while the relationship ship quietly sailed off, this one might hit close to home. We’d really love to hear your thoughts - does this song reflect something you’ve lived through, or are you hearing it differently? Drop a comment and let us know. 🎶💬

This song lives in that uneasy space between closeness and distance - when love is still there, but communication starts locking its doors. It’s about emotional unreadability, mixed signals, and the quiet anxiety of not knowing where you stand with someone you care about. With tender honesty and a touch of wry humour, the lyrics trace the questions a lover is often too afraid to ask out loud: Are we drifting? Am I still wanted? Do you feel what I’m feeling?

Tell me. Tell me please. 
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.

When it comes to you,
how am I supposed to know?
.....What should your lover do?
When does a simple cuddle
.....solve this complicated muddle
and advance us to the bedroom?
Am I there in your diary as
'possible all the way' Friday?
Are there no more entries planned?
Am I banned to the sofa again?
When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

*

I fear for our relationship ship.
It's left harbour on the sly.
It's gone off on a cruise to nowhere. 
And I have no idea why.
I think the least you can do
.....is to inform your crew
of the love-boat's destination.
......I think I deserve
some kind of kind explanation.

*

Tell me. Tell me please. 
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you locking the doors to
certain rooms inside your brain.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.
Are you trying to become
.....impossible to read again.

When it comes to you,
how am I supposed to know?
.....What should your lover do?
When does a simple cuddle
.....solve this complicated muddle
and advance us to the bedroom?
Am I there in your diary as
'possible all the way' Friday?
Are there no more entries planned?
Am I banned to the sofa again?
When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

*

I fear for our relationship ship.
It's left harbour on the sly.
It's gone off on a cruise to nowhere. 
And I have no idea why.
I think the least you can do
.....is to inform your crew
of the love-boat's destination.
I think I deserve
some kind of a kind explanation.

*

Am I there in your diary-
'possible all the way' Friday?
Are there no more entries planned?
Am I banned to the sofa again?
When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

When will you feel my pain?
Oh! When will you feel my pain?

FEEL MY PAIN

A return to watch the grass grow out the cracks of the beauty in the ruins. 

Cello and nostalgia: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/what-if-i-wont
Is it love songs: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/love-songs
Oxford Revisited: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/oxford-revisited
to have & to hold: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/to-have-to-hold

Beauty in the Ruins IX

After the Promise is a quiet, acoustic indie folk album about what remains when love ends without drama.

These songs live in the aftermath. The mornings after the vows stopped echoing. The long drives, the empty rooms, the honest self-reckoning that follows a relationship that didn’t explode, but simply expired.

Stripped-down guitars, husky vocals, and minimal arrangements carry stories of commitment, endurance, memory, and acceptance. There’s no villain here. No rewritten past. Just truth, reflection, and the slow work of learning how to carry what was yours and set down what wasn’t.

This album isn’t about heartbreak as spectacle.
It’s about dignity, accountability, and moving forward without bitterness.

Headphones recommended. Late nights encouraged.

We Meant It Then

Streaming hymns to enjoy the Lord and to exercise our spirit!

I Live and Yet Not I

Be Filled! Hymns

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