The fourth single from our upcoming album 'echoes of a dream'

Lyrics:

Every day it's getting harder to wait
I'm watching from across the room but your smile it brings me home
And your eyes they tell a jaded story
It's in the way you walk with a style that's all your own
I'm fucking up my words it's so depressing that it hurts to want you
My heart is taking beatings I'm tired of retreating from the truth

Is there a way that I could get you to dance
Then would you stay and take me up on a chance
And she said oh babe you've lost your head
You know I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said

Out of frame I'm getting numb to the pain
I'm out here caught on a line waiting for your call
So I fake a subtle laugh and try
To look you in the eye
In the morning I could be your best mistake
I'm holding out until you finally break

Is there a way that I could get you to dance
Then would you stay and take me up on a chance
And she said oh babe you've lost your head
You know I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said

Is there a way that I could get you to dance
Then would you stay and take me up on a chance
And she said oh babe you've lost your head
You know I never wanted to be more than your friend
Is there a way that I could get you to dance
Then would you stay and take me up on a chance
And she said oh babe you've lost your head
You know I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend
And she said I never wanted to be more than your friend

echoes of a dream

more than a friend

Dissolve

No Sleep

“Explaining Heaven” is a devastatingly tender acoustic ballad about grief, loyalty, and the one heart in the house who doesn’t understand why the door never opens anymore. Fingerpicked guitar and low, mournful cello frame the story of a dog still sprinting to the gate, checking every window, stalling at the corner where you used to meet, and wagging at strangers who almost look like you. The narrator is stuck with the impossible task of “explaining heaven to a dog” while secretly clinging to the hope that maybe the dog sees something they can’t. It’s intimate, cinematic, and quietly brutal—the kind of song that sits with you long after the last line fades.

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