잔나비 - 밤의공원 (Guitar Cover).mp3

[ttuls] 가을이 지나는 길목에서 (황치훈 곡)

여느날의 내가 어느날의 너에게 (vocal 김민기 Of 투엣, 민유)
- 타임브릿지

여느날의 내가 어느날의 너에게

곽진언 - 소격동

우리 사랑하지만

Lost in the Storm

Rooms I’ve Lived In is a quiet, reflective album built from memory, movement, and the emotional spaces we pass through while becoming ourselves. Each song represents a “room” — not just physical places, but moments in time, states of mind, and versions of self that once held meaning. Together, they form a map of growth told through stillness rather than spectacle.

The album explores what it means to arrive, stay, leave, and remember. From unopened boxes and peeling wallpaper to late light on the floor and keys never returned, these songs capture the small, human details that linger long after a place is gone. There is no rush here, only observation — how rooms witness our quiet struggles, our pauses, and our gradual change.

Sonically, Rooms I’ve Lived In leans into warm indie and acoustic textures, gentle melodies, and restrained arrangements that leave space for reflection. The sound is intimate and lived-in, designed to feel like listening alone in a familiar space at the end of the day.

This album isn’t about where you are now — it’s about everywhere you’ve been, and how each place, however briefly, helped shape who you became.

A Room That Echoed

She put up a wall of alabaster ‘round her heart.
Dense enough to keep me out, but let the light shine in.
Even when I asked her, she could not recite her part.
She’d just cry.

She described herself as needing more, but could not say
What it was she needed - what her plan was - why she cared.
Even when I asked her, she could not confront the truth.
She was scared.

It looks so hard, like stone and steel, but still the light shone in.
But once the light went in, it’d stay right there.
A heart like that cannot survive to say just where it’s been.
Or even if it’s been anywhere.

INSTRUMENTAL

She could not control the circumstances she was giv’n.
So, instead, she let it die, she let it crash and burn.
Even when I asked her, she could not describe the pain.
She’d just burn.

It looks so hard, like stone and steel, but still the light shone in.
But once the light went in, it’d stay right there.
A heart like that cannot survive to say just where it’s been.
Or even if it’s been anywhere.