A poetic snapshot of the quiet after goodbye: Still Standing captures a night when everything pauses – except the mind. The lyrics trace the emptiness left behind, not with drama but with still, sharp observations. Between power lines, cigarette smoke, and unspoken conversations with memory, this song becomes a quiet anthem of survival – when the sky holds steady, but the heart just might break.

Eine poetische Momentaufnahme in der Stille nach dem Abschied: Still Standing erzählt von einer Nacht, in der alles zu stehen scheint – außer den Gedanken. Die Zeilen fangen die Leere nach dem Verlust ein, ohne in Pathos zu verfallen. Stattdessen wirken sie wie leise Beobachtungen, klar und eindringlich. Zwischen Stromleitungen, Zigarettenrauch und stummen Dialogen mit der Erinnerung entsteht ein Song über das Weiteratmen, obwohl das Herz kurz davor ist, aufzugeben.

Still Standing

I sat on the hood of my car, two towns from home
Watching the power lines hum like they knew what was wrong
The night was too quiet, even the crickets held back
Like the world hit pause
But my mind ran fast

I lit up a smoke I don’t usually touch
Felt the wind say nothing, and that was too much
Your name didn’t echo, but it weighed in the air
Like it never left
Like you were still there

No thunder
No warning
No sharp goodbye
Just the quiet that replaced your light
The sky won’t fall
But my heart just might

You said some things don’t break, they just bend out of shape
But even steel has a limit before it escapes
I replay our last words like a scratched vinyl line
Looking for new meaning
Where there’s only time

No thunder
No warning
No sharp goodbye
Just the hum of what we couldn’t fight
The sky won’t fall
But my heart just might

Some nights I think you were right to leave
Some nights I talk to the space you breathed
The bed is warm but never kind
And you still sleep inside my mind

Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh
The sky won’t fall
No No No - I don‘t think so...
But my heart just might


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