Put your headphones on. Close your eyes. You're alone in the room, but you're not alone in your head. "Inside Your Head" isn't a song you listen to, it's a song that happens to you. A voice that moves, a breath that touches your neck, a whisper that bypasses your ears and goes straight to your spine. It's intimate. It's invasive. It's the closest you can get to a touch without skin contact. Are you ready to let him in?

Inside Your Head

They blacked out in the back of a taxi and woke up on a hotel carpet, running on empty but wired to the ceiling. This song lives in that space between exhaustion and desire, where the body is tired but the heart refuses to sleep. Slow, smoky, and cinematic, it's a late‑night confession whispered over jazz chords and city noise.

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