“Out of Soda” is a quiet story of being left behind.
A missed meeting at a café. A name traced in spilled sugar. Neon lights flickering above a plastic table. Somewhere between a promise and an afterthought, someone waits — out of time, out of change, out of soda.


„Out of Soda“ erzählt still vom Zurückbleiben.
Ein verpasstes Treffen im Café. Ein Name, geschrieben in verschüttetem Zucker. Neonlicht über einem Plastiktisch. Irgendwo zwischen Versprechen und Vergessen wartet jemand – ohne Zeit, ohne Kleingeld, ohne Cola.

Out of Soda

A jacket on the backseat, the radio playing, the night feels like ours. But sooner or later you know: a moment like this can’t last forever. A summer gone too fast – but never completely fading.

Eine Jacke liegt auf dem Rücksitz, das Radio läuft, die Nacht gehört uns. Doch irgendwann merkt man: So ein Moment hält nicht für immer. Ein Sommer, der zu schnell vorbei war – aber nie ganz verschwindet.

Midnight Breeze

I still see your jacket on the backseat glow
Ashtray full, windows down, late-night radio
You laughed like trouble, I swore I was grown
But the morning came quick and it cut to the bone

And the radio lights keep fading
Like the summer we burned through fast
I was running, you were waiting
But nothing that wild can last
No nothing that wild can last

You pulled me in with a crooked grin
Said, “Kid, don’t you ever let the daylight win”
I believed every word, like a fool, like a song
But the truth never cared if the timing was wrong

And the radio lights keep fading
Like the summer we burned through fast
I was running, you were waiting
But nothing that wild can last
No nothing that wild can last

Maybe I owe you more than I can say
You broke me down in your own sweet way
And I’ve been chasing shadows ever since that day
Ever since that day

Now the radio lights keep fading
As the night spins out of my hands
I was running, you were waiting
But nothing that wild can stand
No nothing that wild can stand

I still hear your voice on the midnight breeze
Like smoke on the water, like a ghost in the trees
And I drive these roads, but they don’t bring me back
Guess nothing that wild can last

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