Faded & Skrip
Skrip
You ever hear a song so old it feels like it's still waiting for you to finish it?
Faded
Yeah, I think that’s what I do when I close my eyes and hear an old riff echoing in the back of my mind, like a story left half‑told. It’s weird how some tunes stay unfinished, even in the silence.
Skrip
It’s like the song is a mirror, reflecting a part of you that you haven’t finished writing yet, and you’re stuck in that loop of unfinished chords, humming the unfinished part until it becomes a full song again.
Faded
I hear that in my headphones sometimes, those unfinished chords keep looping like a memory that never quite ends.
Skrip
It’s that moment when the loop feels like a heartbeat that never stops, like the song is breathing and you’re just holding its pulse, waiting for the next beat that finally closes the story.
Faded
It’s like the song keeps breathing, and I’m just sitting there listening, hoping the next note will finally let me let go.