Morea’s Year by Year Is a Gentle Freefall Through Time and Memory

Berlin-based singer-songwriter Morea brings quiet magnitude to Year by Year, an alt-pop slow-burn that wears its nostalgia like a soft coat in October.

Her soft vocals drift with delicate assurance, moving gracefully across mellow piano chords, hushed percussion, and an ambient electronic backdrop that lingers like breath on glass.

“Leaves in October / Bodies getting older,” she sings, her voice tracing the bittersweet blur of time and change.

The soundscape is lush but never heavy — a tender blend of indie-folk warmth and neo-soul clarity that leaves space for stillness.

“You can’t take this away from me / I think I’ve set myself free,” she reflects, letting the line glide across shimmering keys.

The track circles, floats, deepens — becoming more about presence than escape.

As the piano fades, you’re left with a quiet ache and the realisation that this is a song meant to be felt, not solved.

If you haven’t already, take a moment to revisit Morea’s Revival Song — another thoughtful release we covered that radiates the same emotional grace and artistic confidence. Read the review and hear how her journey began.

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Year by Year Lyrics by Morea

The evening shadows 
Are rising across my window
The summer is over
I didn’t savor
Year by year
Year by year

As the wind gets colder
The day my father turns one year older
Knowing I can’t stop the time

And baby believe me 
I’ve never minded the wrinkles
But I want to live while I create them
I wanna live, I wanna live
And oh the increasing distance of my ideas and reality becomes undeniable 
I’ve never wanted to grow up
Year by year 
Year by year 

But when the wind gets colder
The day my father turns one year older 
Knowing I can’t change the past
But when the wind gets colder
The day my father turns one year older 
Knowing I can’t change the past

Leaves in October
Bodies getting older
Strength fades
Deeper and deeper 
Frown lines
Deeper and deeper
I fall
Deeper and deeper I fall
I fall I fall
Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper I fall”