Part of the Roads EP. White explores the slow suffocation of routine—how daily life consumed us without us noticing. We became prisoners of the everyday, repeating the same patterns, walking the same paths without joy. But realizing we're trapped creates hope: a chance to forge a new road, a new way forward.
May 19, 2024
Written & Produced by 7 Pillars
Thomas & Aymeric
I've ended up on this white road again
The snow and the dead trees all look the same
I'm driving around in circles in this lane
The steering wheel is guiding my hands with strain
My body is stuck and can't break the chains
I don't think I can even stop the car's engine
I'm trying to escape this jail in vain
Will my journey come to an end?
Then it's another day, I'm still in the same old place
Like Groundhog Day, laying tracks I retrace
Today I'm back to square one, I'm out of place
But I do sense time passing
But I stand still
The car is slowing down and the snow starts to wane
Running out fuel, drifting along the lane
Beyond the dead trees I see smoke, a fire burning
The car stopped, I've a petrol can in my hand
Before I fill up the tank, I feel different
I sense the breeze from the fire and that's when I understand
And I let the warmth gently brush my face
It's a different day and I want to exit this place
Leave Groundhog Day, all the tracks left to retrace
Today I'm back to square one, I found my place