**Description below the Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I see so much, yet not enough,
Scraps of light and ragged thoughts.
Trying to remember the list I forgot.
Could have got her flowers… but I did not.

I see a wet and rainy street
I should have walked one day
I could have held her hand in mine
But I turned… and walked the other way.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone

[Verse 2]
The warmth of her sitting across the kitchen table,
Her fingers curled ‘round that chipped coffee cup.
I thought I would be able
To give her more but that time's up.

I wanted to plant her garden this spring
But it’s still just packets on a shelf
I imagined a song I’d sing to her…
It's still a thought inside myself.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone.

[Verse 3]
The trip I planned a hundred times,
And always found ways to miss.
The arms I kept beside my back,
Afraid to reach and give her a kiss..

The brakes I swore I’d get replaced,
The list I left there on the chair.
A sunset I was “too tired” to see,
The time I didn’t want to share.

[Chorus]
Why do we wait to do the things
That weigh so heavy when they’re gone?
We hold them back, we stop them short,
Till the chance to love has come and gone.

[Bridge]
What happened to this life?
Did I throw it all away?
Did I waste all the time we had,
Hoping I’d have another day?

[Final Chorus]
Why did I wait to do the things
That I can’t stop thinking when she's gone?
I held them back, I failed to do,
Now my time to love has come and gone
Why, oh, why did I wait… so long…?

[Outro - gently , almost whispered]
And then... I passed... away

Even though it's late, really late,
what I think I've learned is this:

It’s not the arms I didn’t open.
The time I didn't live.
The garden that never blossomed.
The kiss I'd give anything to give.

It’s the love I hardly lived.
That’s the ache that echoes long.
And that’s the reason I cry
When love... came along.
I realize I hardly... ever... tried.

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Description:
Why Did I Wait is realization—too late in coming. A man’s final reckoning unfolds in whispers, gravel, and silence. His voice frays at the edges, pushing through phrases he can barely finish. He doesn't sing to impress; he sings because he has to—because the weight of what he didn’t say is heavier than the words he finally does.

The guitar is faint, almost hesitant, leaving space for the rawness to echo. When he reaches the bridge, his voice strains upward—then crashes back down. The music fades. Then, quietly: “And then I passed away.”

A pause.
A death.

Then the truth: what he learned… and what he’ll never forgive himself for.

The final lines ache with clarity. This isn’t performance.
It’s too human for that.

It’s realization—too late in coming.

The song's simplicity in style, structure, timing, musical chords, is a perfect foil for the complexity of the moment, the life wasted, the regret, the words said and not. This song brings up memories that can't help but relate to this man's unlived life. I thank you for listening over and over again. I do so hope that it makes more sense to you than it does to me. Because I don't know where it came from, only that it came. I don't know why. Maybe you do.

Why Did I Wait

Chanson humoristique et ironique sur ceux qui confondent l’épicurisme avec la débauche, l’excès et le luxe. Un clin d’œil pour rétablir la vérité.

12. Les faux épicuriens

A chilling slow-burn folk tale that centers on a woodcutter, a jar, and nature’s terrible patience.

The Jar

A beautiful love song accompanied with orchestra

Forever in Your Eyes

Summer Wind

Sure, I know we’re miles apart. Yes, I know, it broke your heart.
Were we wrong to even start, or was it worth the effort that it took?
We were young, we thought we knew just enough to get us through.
There were scares, we had a few, but we always played it by the book.
But we both know the love we had is dying.
I don’t care, I still believe in trying.

It was easy way back then, what we didn’t understand
Just how hard it is to plan for a future with unlimited subplots.
Still we thought we had it made, after all the price we paid
We assumed it’d never fade, sometimes warm, but most times burning hot
But we both know the love we had is dying.
I don’t care, I still believe in trying.

Falling in love doesn’t take much effort.
Just one look, sometimes that’s enough.
I saw you, I believed you saw me too.
Maybe not enough to fall in love.

Speculation ends right here, let me make it crystal clear.
Of all the things that I hold dear, the love I have for you is at the top.
Lovers come and lovers go, jump in deep or take it slow.
I believe we already know this is not a love that can be easily stopped.
But we both know the love we had is dying.
I don’t care, I still believe in trying.

I Still Believe (In Trying)

Save Me

We are incredibly honoured to release a new song today. Be Still. A tribute to finding peace and healing in stillness. It has taken us a while to bring this song out into the world. A very vulnerable and tender time for both of us. This song captures the essence of healing after our motorbike accident January 2024. The delicate dance between stillness, surrender, compassion towards oneself, frustration, power, change and relief. A gentle softness, yet at the same time raw and powerful.

Lyrics:
Bound to bed
Like knotted threads
Too thick to untie
To still the mind
Through this tender time
This hill feels hard to climb
The wisdom will stay after
This transformation chapter
The wounds will fade

What’s happening right now
This healing
I feel it
Changing

Too big to swim
This sea we're in
Immersed in the tide
Storm in the night
No cloud in sight
With patience we reside
Solace within the silence
Hands of loving guidance
The wounds will fade

What’s happening right now
This healing
I feel it
Changing

Not working by just pushing through
Coz this time the bodys not ready to
Move on 
Just be still



Produced and mixed by Ru Lemer
Recorded by Brett Hamlyn, Deva Studios & Matt Harrington
Mastered by Jason Mitchel, Loud Mastering
Artwork by Ross Silcocks

Be Still

“You” — an acoustic soul moment about love, longing, and the quiet truth we find in connection. ✨

Moody & Mellow 🎧

I held my breath inside your church
Where incense stained the air
I knelt on stone, began my search
For proof you were ever there

The candles burned through holy night
You cracked me like a weathered mast
But morning came with sterile light
And swept away the past

So scatter me like autumn leaves
Across the fields you walked
Let every breath the winter breathes
Carry what we lost
Scatter me, scatter me
'Til there's nothing left to hold
Let the wind make saints of thieves
And turn this flesh to gold

I've worn your words like second skin
Through seasons cold and long
But even faith grows paper-thin
When the holy done you wrong

I've been bearing this cross, wearing your loss like a snakes skin
Tearing through frost, sharing the cost of the state I'm in
Every morning I'm warring with warnings that follow no end
I'm ignoring the dawning, adorning my sorrow again and again
You left me with nothing but hunger and hurt to defend
All the color and comfort we covered, now dust in the wind
Now dust in the wind
Now dust in the wind

And if there's grace beyond this grief
Some kingdom yet to come
I'll meet you in the falling leaf
The credits after song

So scatter me like autumn leaves
Across the fields you walked
Let every breath the winter breathes
Carry what we lost
Scatter me, scatter me
'Til there's nothing left to hold
Let the wind make saints of thieves
And turn this flesh to gold

Oh, scatter me, scatter me
Let the earth reclaim her own
Plant me where the willow grieves
And make this dirt my home

I held my breath inside your church
I might never breathe again

Scatter Me

Four leaf clover, think it over; what’s that s’posed to do?
Make a wish, a falling star. Conjure up a brand new car.
Luck is not found in a bottle, luck is who you are, and how you

Live the dream, but face the pain. Muddle through, do it again.
The easy way is usually not the answer to your
Dreams, but that’s alright. Do the work, put up the fight.
Nothing wrong with dreaming, but sometimes you have to try.

Think you ought to understand, black cats shouldn’t change your plan.
Never fear a broken mirror, get on your feet again.
Ladders go up and down, they’re not meant for walking ‘round.
Luck is never - never ever - luck is who you are, and how you

Live the dream, but face the pain. Muddle through, do it again.
The easy way is usually not the answer to your
Dreams, but that’s alright. Do the work, put up the fight.
Nothing wrong with dreaming, but sometimes you have to try.

Try

Live the dream, but face the pain. Muddle through, do it again.
The easy way is usually not the answer to your
Dreams, but that’s alright. Do the work, put up the fight.
Nothing wrong with dreaming, but sometimes you have to try.

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

I Still Believe (In Trying)

Scott Orr

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