"An original lyric about love, memory, and learning to let go—where every wave carries a name, and every goodbye becomes a quiet light."more

This song was never my story to begin with. It belongs to Wess Groh. . When I first heard Le Bruit de Ton Silence, I realized it wasn't just about two people who almost loved each other. It was about everything fear can quietly steal when we mistake old wounds for present reality. . I wanted to bring Wess's words to an English speaking audience without changing what made them true. Not by translating every sentence literally, but by protecting the emotion behind each one. The silence, the patience, the hope, and the heartbreaking realization that sometimes love arrives long before we're capable of recognizing it. . If you've never heard Wess's original version, I hope this remake encourages you to discover it. Because some stories deserve to travel beyond the language they were born in. This is still Wess's story. . I'm simply honored to help it be heard by a few more hearts. . ============================ . [VERSE] You never said you hated love You only stopped believing first Three men shaped the woman I see Still whisper louder than my words You built a home inside your work Where nothing breaks and nothing leaves Where trust is measured by the hours And silence lets you breathe . [PRE-CHORUS] Three men shaped the woman I see Long before you looked at me Healing never grows from fear... I'm still standing here . [CHORUS] A touch of love... A touch of courage... A touch of faith to breathe again... You've made a home inside your working days While life keeps knocking in the rain You think you're choosing who you are I think you're choosing not to bleed One day you'll call my name too late... When I'm the memory you need . [VERSE] I never asked you to erase The battles written on your skin I only hoped you'd see the difference Between my heart and where you've been You guard your peace behind closed doors Afraid that love will ask too much But every wall that keeps pain out Keeps away my touch . [PRE-CHORUS] Ghosts still tell you not to try That's the reason you pass me by I can't fight what I can't see... If you won't believe in me . [CHORUS] A touch of love... A touch of courage... A touch of faith to breathe again... You've made a home inside your working days While life keeps knocking in the rain You think you're choosing who you are I think you're choosing not to bleed One day you'll call my name too late... When I'm the memory you need . [OUTRO] One day you'll understand I wasn't asking you To trust the past again Only to trust... Memore

Some love stories last a lifetime, and we often admire them. Others come to an end because separation becomes inevitable. But we rarely talk about what happens next. When two people have built a life together, not everything can be divided overnight. There are children, a home, loans, bills, routines and commitments... responsibilities that continue long after the relationship has ended. This song focuses on the moment when that balance disappears. Responsibilities don't vanish, they still have to be carried. Yet sometimes, one person gradually steps away from them, emotionally, financially or practically, leaving the other to absorb more and more of the load. Sometimes they don't even realize it's happening. It isn't always intentional. The responsibilities simply shift until the imbalance starts to feel almost normal. 160% is a metaphor for that imbalance. When two people each carry 100%, together they create 200%. After the breakup, one person may regain a relatively light life, with free weekends, quiet evenings and the opportunity to meet new people. The responsibilities haven't disappeared... they've simply moved. Meanwhile, the other person is still raising the children, handling the unexpected, attending appointments, helping with homework, paying shared bills, carrying debts and managing everything that doesn't stop just because a relationship has ended. They are no longer living at 100%, but at 160%. 160% doesn't try to assign blame. It describes a reality that can exist after some breakups, where the shared weight gradually settles onto one person's shoulders, sometimes for months, sometimes for years, and sometimes without either person fully realizing how unbalanced it has become. ==================== [VERSE ] The day we split, the walls stayed standing still But every promise landed with the bills The keys were shared, the silence wasn't split Somehow your freedom was expensive here to live with The school still calls the very same old phone The fever still prefers the nights alone You left the house with half the furniture gone I stayed behind with everything that carries on [PRE-CHORUS] Weight obeys no broken vows It always finds somebody now [CHORUS] I'm living at one hundred sixty percent The missing forty never disappeared Every unpaid moment found my door Every empty promise hit my floor You walked away lighter than before I became the bridge from shore to shore The weight had to belong somewhere in the end Now I'm living... one hundred sixty percent [VERSE] Another meeting... another pair of shoes Another month of choosing what to lose Homework at midnight, groceries at eight Learning how exhaustion quietly waits You found new weekends I can't even see Mine disappear inside responsibility The calendar keeps asking more of me While yours keeps filling up with possibility [PRE-CHORUS] Love may end between two hearts The workload doesn't fall apart [CHORUS] I'm living at one hundred sixty percent The missing forty never disappeared Every unpaid moment found my door Every empty promise hit my floor You walked away lighter than before I became the bridge from shore to shore The weight had to belong somewhere in the end Now I'm living... one hundred sixty percent [BRIDGE] Children never asked for sides Rent still comes... and time still flies Laundry... birthdays... sleepless nights None of them can read our fights Responsibilities don't break in two They simply look for someone who Will carry more than they should do [OUTRO] I'm living at one hundred sixty percent Trying to make one heartbeat represent Everything we promised long ago Everything they never need to know If love was shared, then why this load? If freedom's real... who pays the road? Somebody always bears the difference in the end Mine became one hundred sixty percent.more