Silver lines in the quiet night
carrying dreams just out of sight
A fading pulse beneath the sea
holds all the things we used to be

Slowly drifting, voices near
calling out what we still hear
The tide forgets, then brings it back -
what’s gone still finds its way, intact

We fall, but never hit the ground
the weight is lost, but we are found
Where sirens sing and secrets rest
we carry truths where we once confessed

Slowly drifting, voices near
calling out what we still hear
The tide forgets, then brings it back -
what’s gone still finds its way, intact

Intact

Hi, I’m MATHX. Deep vibes. Progressive energy. Emotional melodies. I make music that hits you in the heart - and keeps you dancing.

Contact: mail@maddze.com