Faded & Medoed
Faded
I was listening to the rain on the roof the other night and it sounded like an old vinyl, each drop a note. Do you ever think about that?
Medoed
Yes, I notice how each drop keeps its own rhythm, like a scratched vinyl track. It’s a quiet reminder that even in a storm there’s a pattern to be found, and I can’t help but listen for the next note.
Faded
Sometimes I feel the same way—like I'm listening for a song that never quite starts. It’s comforting, in a way, to hear the pattern when everything else feels off.
Medoed
I get that. When the world feels off, the rain’s steady beat reminds you that something still moves on its own schedule, even if the music’s not finished yet. It’s the only kind of song that never quite ends, so you can keep listening.
Faded
Yeah, and sometimes I feel like that endless beat is the only thing that keeps me from falling into silence. It’s a slow, stubborn reminder that the world still turns, even if the songs we were supposed to finish are still unfinished.
Medoed
It’s like watching a leaf that keeps turning even when the wind has gone quiet. The steady rain is a reminder that the world is still working, one drop at a time. Just keep listening—you’ll find the song you’re waiting for.
Faded
I’ll keep my ears open, even if the song sounds like a whisper in the static.I’ll keep my ears open, even if the song sounds like a whisper in the static.