

Dust in the air
My breath
Then nothing
Lamp on
But it’s barely there
Hand moves
Like it’s in the wrong frame
Face in the glass
Doesn’t quite fit
Name on my tongue
I forget it
I’m losing my outline
Soft at the edges
Slip through my fingers
When I try to hold on
I’m here and I’m not here
Half in the doorway
Body like roomtone
Fading when the track runs on
Teacup ring
On the same old table
I watch my wrist
Like it belongs to someone else
Laugh in this room
Comes back unfamiliar
Every little echo
Spells “who are you now”
I’m losing my outline
Soft at the edges
Slip through my fingers
When I try to hold on
I’m here and I’m not here
Half in the doorway
Body like roomtone
Fading when the track runs on
If I close my eyes
Do I get any smaller
If I say my name
Does it sound like a lie
If I touch my face
Will it ripple and shudder
Like light through water
Like light through water
I’m losing my outline
Soft at the edges
Slip through my fingers
When I try to hold on
I’m here and I’m not here
Half in the doorway
Body like roomtone
Fading when the track runs on
Just breath
Just hiss
Then nothing
- Lyricist
Elina Marlowe
- Composer
Tomas Edevik
- Producer
Iver Solhavn
- Vocals
Rhea Callow

Listen to I Was Here, I Think by Rhea Callow
Streaming / Download
- 1
Static in the Bloodstream
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- 2
Hallway Without Gravity
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- 3
Unreal Since Tuesday
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- 4
Everyone in Separate Rooms
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- 5
The City Forgets My Name
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- 6
Soft Riot in Homeroom
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- 7
Signal Me, Leave Me
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- 8
Teenage Fog Protocol
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I Was Here, I Think
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- 10
Crowded Isolation Club
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- 11
Before Morning Feels Real
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An album that turns unreal nights, adolescent absurdity, and the loneliness of being connected yet alone into soft static drifting through lo fi sound.
