REMEMBERS THE SHAPE
(of what remains)
Same DNA. Different Souls. One Story.
The sister album to Wavelength Traces — the same visual DNA, new colors, new objects.
New track every Tuesday from 23.2.2027 · Full album 25.5.2027
Written, produced & created by DJ Andy'K
Featuring Kallesi, Roxana Müller, Juliana Krecker Novak, Lia Bonson & Livia Benttner
When Nobody’s Listening
Song Information
An empty house can remember someone more faithfully than we do. A kitchen light left on, lipstick on a chipped mug, a jacket that still holds its owner's shape — each becomes a quiet witness to an absence no one else can hear. We search for small proof that a life was shared here, turning in circles in a room still set for two. Who do we become in the moments when nobody is listening?
Download Song SheetPDF · Info · Chords · Lyrics- Producer
- DJ Andy'K
- Genre
- Trance · Progressive
- Release Date
- 2027-05-11
- Vocal
- Livia Benttner
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You left the kitchen light on
and the screen door kept the beat on
The blinds threw striped-out shadows
across the floorboards, worn and low
Your mug still wore that lipstick
on one chipped blue edge, a neat trick
I pass it like a witness
to the silence you left with this
[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep looking for
some small proof you were here
A receipt, a burned-out match
something close, something near
This house keeps your shape in line
better than it keeps mine
I’m halfway out the doorway
and still losing my mind
[Chorus]
The ceiling fan keeps circling
the same old worn-out tune
I stand there in the middle
of a room that’s still for two
Say my name like a thread
pull me back through the haze
I keep turning, I keep turning
in this held-breath place
[Verse 2]
The evening leans in crooked
through the blinds and down the hall
I hear your keys in traffic
then nothing after all
Your jacket on the hook there
keeps your last shape in sight
I slide my hand inside it
like it still could hold you right
[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep looking for
some small proof you were here
A receipt, a burned-out match
something close, something near
This house keeps your shape in line
better than it keeps mine
I’m halfway out the doorway
and still losing my mind
[Chorus]
The ceiling fan keeps circling
the same old worn-out tune
I stand there in the middle
of a room that’s still for two
Say my name like a thread
pull me back through the haze
I keep turning, I keep turning
in this held-breath place
[Bridge]
If you come back, don’t make a speech
just leave your shoes by the door
Let the kettle start rattling
like it used to before
I’m not made new by leaving
I’m not fixed by the dark
I just know your absence
by the dent it left in the park
[Final Chorus]
The ceiling fan keeps circling
the same old worn-out tune
I stand there in the middle
of a room that’s still for two
Say my name like a thread
pull me back through the haze
I keep turning, I keep turning
in this held-breath place
