Text:
Verse 1
You say my name like it still means something,
But it echoes off these empty rooms.
I used to melt under every small touch,
Now I just stare at the fading moon.

Pre-Chorus
I know you’re waiting for a sign,
A little spark behind my eyes—
But it’s quiet here, too quiet here,
And I can’t fake another sunrise.

Chorus
’Cause I don’t feel love anymore,
It’s like a door that someone closed
Without a sound, without a war—
Just shadows where the daylight goes.
I don’t feel love anymore,
Even though I wish I did—
A heart that’s tired, cold and sore,
A broken adult in a child’s skin.

(solo)

Verse 2
We used to crash like waves in summer,
Now even storms won’t pull me in.
Your heartbeat’s knocking on my silence,
But the lock is rusted from within.

Pre-Chorus
And I know you think you’re losing me,
But I got lost long before you—
Somewhere between the truth and fear,
Somewhere after “I love you.”

Chorus
’Cause I don’t feel love anymore,
It’s like a door that someone closed
Without a sound, without a war—
Just shadows where the daylight goes.
I don’t feel love anymore,
Even though I wish I did—
A heart that’s tired, cold and sore,
A broken adult in a child’s skin.

Bridge (soft + airy)
Maybe someday the colors will return,
And I’ll remember how it felt to burn.
But tonight, I’m just a quiet ghost,
Trying not to hurt you anymore.

(solo)

Final Chorus (bigger, floating)
I don’t feel love anymore,
Though I’m reaching in the dark—
Searching for the flame I lost,
Praying it becomes a spark.
I don’t feel love anymore,
But please don’t walk away—
Sometimes hearts forget to beat,
But they can learn again someday.

I Don’t Feel Love Anymore

This album is a rock opera exploring identity, fragmentation, and inner conflict through literature, sound, and emotion.

Inspired by major works of world literature — Dostoevsky, Kafka, Camus, Sylvia Plath, Osamu Dazai, Stevenson, Clarice Lispector, Cortázar — this album dives into the depths of the human psyche, where the self fractures, multiplies, dissolves, and reinvents itself.

Blending rock opera, spoken word, choirs, and cinematic arrangements, each track becomes a chapter in a psychological and philosophical journey:
from alienation and duality
to madness, desire, silence, and play.

This is not a concept album about answers.
It is an album about questions —
about masks, mirrors, inner voices, and the fragile line between sanity and truth.

The Cask Of Amontillado

The Alan Parsons Project