The Silence Between Us - Stilla [Official Video]

Spotify | Instagram | Facebook | Recorded and mixed by Riccardo Belli Gtrs reamp by Fabrizio Gesuato Mastered by Justin Paul Hill Filmed by Matteo Scalvini Art director Matteo Scalvini and Chiara Zanon Actors Giulia Donati and Filippo Ragazzo From the band: Clothes are wet, water comes up to your feet and, without even realizing it, you find yourself immersed and submerged by a river in spate, driven by the currents, without the possibility to cling to anything. This is the way Stilla talks about depression. The song is meant to highlight the extent of mental illness and its impact in the daily lives of so many people. - Lyrics - I’ve been watching the same story on and on. Began a path to move on, to grow strong. But nothing has been changing and I hear a creepy flow of water from here. Can barely sleep at night, open eyes, they’re so dry. Nighttime hurts much worse than daylight. But all this fucking water on the floor I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. This winter cold’s getting into my bones. Why are my clothes suddenly wet? The more I try to clarify my mind the more what I find inside it makes a mess. Can’t count the people I excluded, the inconsistency I exuded. My humanity lost in a fog I created. And all that’s left is self-hatred. Where do I have to turn these narcoleptic eyes? They’re just waiting to be flooded with daylight. Why the hell rest must be just denied me? And the water keeps on closing above me. Do you know what happens when moisture condenses? One drop at a time, drop by drop by drop by drop a trickle becomes a river and then becomes a flood. It pours on you and you drown stuck in the mud. A trickle becomes a river and then becomes a flood. It pours on you and you drown stuck in the mud. It pours on you it pours on you and you drown stuck in the mud. A stilla a stilla a stilla a stilla a stilla a stilla... This winter cold’s getting into my bones. Why are my clothes suddenly wet? The more I try to clarify my mind the more what I find inside it makes a mess. Can’t count the people I excluded, the inconsistency I exuded. My humanity lost in a fog I created. And all that’s left is self-hatred. Where do I have to turn these narcoleptic eyes? They’re just waiting to be flooded with daylight. Why the hell rest must be just denied me? And the water keeps on closing above me.