I found the blown fuse
Inside the little door
Glass clouded over
Wire curled at the core
It should have been finished
It should have been cold
But I touched the end
And felt it still hold
Some things fail softly
Without losing all light
Some endings keep warmth
After leaving our sight
I do not call it over
Just because it went dim
There is life in the quiet
Where the last heat sits
The box stayed open
Under the workbench lamp
My thumb found the black mark
Where the current had passed
I thought of the places
I had written off too soon
Rooms without voices
Hearts without rooms
Some things fail softly
Without losing all light
Some endings keep warmth
After leaving our sight
I do not call it over
Just because it went dim
There is life in the quiet
Where the last heat sits
Maybe not every spark
Comes back as flame
Maybe some survival
Does not need a name
A thing can be damaged
And still carry proof
A pulse can stay hidden
Under ash and loose screws
Some things fail softly
Without losing all light
Some endings keep warmth
After leaving our sight
I do not call it over
Just because it went dim
There is life in the quiet
Where the last heat sits
I found it still warm
In the fuse
- Lyricist
Hadrin Scole
- Composer
Hadrin Scole
- Producer
Oren Brask
- Vocals
Hadrin Scole
Listen to Still Warm in the Fuse by Hadrin Scole
Streaming / Download
- 1
Under the Bench Light
Hadrin Scole
- 2
Small Screws in a Tin
Hadrin Scole
- 3
What the Static Let Through
Hadrin Scole
- 4
Solder Smoke
Hadrin Scole
- 5
A Motor Turns Slowly
Hadrin Scole
- 6
Wires Remember Heat
Hadrin Scole
- 7
Not Every Part Goes Back
Hadrin Scole
- 8
Contact Points
Hadrin Scole
- ⚫︎
Still Warm in the Fuse
Hadrin Scole
- 10
Some Things Still Murmur
Hadrin Scole
- 11
Still On Low Power
Hadrin Scole
People cannot be restored completely to who they once were
Even so, somewhere deep inside, there is still a part of them humming quietly
This album does not try to force broken things back into something new
Instead, it gently finds and accepts the parts that are still moving
A debut album where resignation and tenderness coexist
affirming the self that is imperfect, but still capable of sounding again
