OFFICIAL RELEASE // YOUTUBE
After The High
This is the morning hiding inside the night—the second when euphoria stops answering questions and the room finally tells the truth.
The lights are still moving. The high already left.
This is the morning hiding inside the night—the second when euphoria stops answering questions and the room finally tells the truth.
Not every crash is dramatic. Sometimes the music stops, the room is still beautiful, and you realize the feeling had an expiration date the whole time.
Color, velocity, possibility—the version of the night where everything feels permanent because nobody has checked the time yet.
The body slows before the memory does. What felt infinite becomes a sequence you can suddenly see from the outside.
The question the song leaves behind: if the high is temporary, what part of you was actually real while it lasted?