In Time Even Love Fades
Chapter 1
When Memory Lies
Unknown Speaker
"Hi everyone, and welcome back to Life Lyrics—the place where we step inside the stories behind the songs. Tonight, we’re moving into a quieter chapter of the wedding story in Paris. This isn’t about the vows or the celebration—this is about what comes after, when silence speaks louder than promises."
Unknown Speaker
Okay, so—picture this. It’s just past midnight and Paris feels absolutely suspended, like the city’s holding its breath after a storm. You’ve got that sound of rain vanishing from cobblestones, those little glimmers left on the pavement—almost like ghosts. Even the church bells sound... quieter, you know? That’s the feeling I got the first time I heard tonight’s song, ‘In Time Even Love Fades’. It just sort of echoes off the walls, but—Paul, I have to say, it felt different from the hope in 'Promise Me' or ‘Let It Be Love’. This one, it’s... honest in a really devastating way?
Paul
Yeah, and it’s funny—or, not funny, actually, it’s rather uncomfortable. I was honestly a bit scared writing this. Because in so many of my songs, there’s this... thread of hope, right? Like, clinging to forever, to the promise. But with 'In Time Even Love Fades,' I kept coming back to that raw fear: what if love really doesn’t last? What if, after the rain, after all the noise, things just get quieter and more distant? I was writing from a place of heartbreak, but also... just brutal honesty about what happens when memory starts letting you down. When even the things you swear you’ll hold onto, well, they go quiet too.
Unknown Speaker
It’s so real, though. I—oh, this takes me right back: I once worked with a bride, here in Paris, who just... froze while writing her vows. Like, proper panic. She said, “How do I promise forever when I don’t know if forever is real?” I could see her hands shaking. She just kept saying, “What if my vows become a lie one day?” And I remember thinking, that’s so scary, but maybe it’s also just... honest? Which is exactly what your song is digging into, isn’t it?
Paul
Yeah. It’s the hardest truth—we all want to believe our promises are gold, unbreakable. But sometimes, time wears them down, and... well, the echoes are all that’s left. That’s why, like you mentioned, this song feels quieter. It doesn’t shout hope, it just sits with the ache.
Chapter 2
Sand Through Open Hands
Unknown Speaker
And then that chorus hits: “love slips like sand, through aching hearts, through open hands.” Paul—why sand? It’s so... fragile, isn’t it? Was that always the centre of what you wanted to say? Or did it surprise even you?
Paul
Interesting you ask. I mean, sand, right—no matter how tight you try to hold it, it finds every gap and escapes. That’s what love feels like, sometimes. You do everything—absolutely everything—to hang on, but the more you grasp, the more it slips away. Part of me was thinking back to ‘Almost’—you know, from a couple episodes ago? That was all about hope that never quite... became real. Then there’s ‘And You’re Not Here’—that song’s about the echo of a love that’s vanished. This song, though—it’s like the shadow cast by both of those. Like, where the hope fades and the echo’s all that remains. So, I’m not sure it’s inevitable—but it’s always possible, you know?
Unknown Speaker
God, it’s heartbreaking... But is that what you really believe? Do you think we hold on tighter when we know love might end—or does that kind of fear actually make us let go too soon? I sometimes wonder if loving someone is just this big experiment in letting go and grabbing on at the same time.
Paul
I don’t think there’s a right answer, honestly. I used to believe, if you held on tight enough—like sealing up your heart, making promises—maybe you could outsmart time. But, I mean, our memories, even they betray us, right? Like the line: “But in the end... even memory lies.” Maybe that isn’t tragic, though. Maybe it’s just natural—humans change, love changes; sometimes it fades, sometimes it transforms. If you pretend the risk isn’t there, the loss is even harder. Maybe the fragility is actually part of what makes it beautiful, even if it scares us half to death.
Unknown Speaker
That’s actually... oddly comforting? You just made heartbreak sound poetic. Like, maybe we’re not supposed to stop the sand slipping through—we’re just meant to feel it, remember it, even as it goes. That’s, um—wow, now I’m getting emotional again. Typical.
Chapter 3
Choosing Forever, Every Day
Unknown Speaker
But maybe—maybe the song isn’t a funeral for love at all. Maybe it’s a warning, or just a gentle reminder. Like, forever isn’t some guarantee, is it? It’s, well, something you choose, over and over, even when it’s hard, even when the rain’s washed half the memory away. Maybe that’s what lasts—or, what needs tending, so it can last?
Paul
Yeah. I think, if love wasn’t fragile, none of this would even matter. It’s like, having a science background—you know, energy’s only precious because it can be lost. Nothing is infinite, not really, but that’s why we value it. So with love, the very fact it can fade is what makes the effort so important. You’ve got to keep choosing it, even when it’s easier not to.
Unknown Speaker
Right—and… this is so moving, but it really hits home when you get messages from listeners. Like, I had a note last week—a woman wrote, “We danced to ‘Promise Me’ at our wedding. But years later, ‘In Time Even Love Fades’—it’s become my reality.” That ache, balancing love’s beginning and love’s ending, it’s personal, but it’s universal too. These songs aren’t distant—they’re, like, living inside us.
Paul
Exactly. Stories like that remind me why we do this. There’s a kind of grace in admitting love is fragile, but also in choosing to show up every day. Maybe the song is saying—look, forever isn’t easy, but it’s worth working for, not waiting for.
Unknown Speaker
Well, I’m going to be thinking about that the next time the bells echo across Paris. To everyone listening, thank you for joining us here in the soft, rainy corners of the city tonight. As always, we hope you find something of yourself in these echoes—and next time, we’ll wander back into the light of what it means to promise forever. Paul, thank you for the honesty. Goodnight.
Paul
Thanks, Emily. And thanks to everyone tuning in. Take care, look after your hearts—and we’ll see you soon.
