Temperature Falls Back with Wishes, Dreams – A Haunting Reverie

The Sound of Holding On When You’re Not Sure Who’s Letting Go

It’s 2am. The time in the night when I usually do notes on the music I like. That strange hour when your thoughts stop trying to be well-mannered. I’m listening to Wishes, Dreams, the new single from Oslo’s own Temperature Falls, and it feels like someone bottled that 2am unease into a sound. Ethereal, raw, and soaked in late-night mood swings. After a two-year silence, Camilla and Ian J. Ward remerged with a track that seeps into your bloodstream. Emotional gravity wrapped in sound. The kind that makes your coffee taste stronger and your silence feel suspicious.

The opening line I’ll be by your side for the long ride feels like a vow said through clenched teeth. It’s soft, almost whispered, but something about the phrasing hints this ride hasn’t been smooth. And that’s the beauty of Temperature Falls: they make heartbreak feel like a lucid dream and conflict sound like poetry on Ambien. If you’ve ever sat across from someone who says nothing and everything in the same breath, this track will feel like an echo of that moment.

Dreams That Smell Like Grass and Guilt

What I love about this duo – besides the Björk-Massive Attack-Pearl Jam cauldron they stir their sound in – is that they don’t feed you answers. Instead, they just whisper the questions louder. Do you feel you’re on the top when I do my shutting up? Camilla asks. Not screams, not accuses. But questions. And somehow it stings more.

The tension simmers under distorted guitars, floating vocal layers, and that delicious sense of maybe we’re not okay, but I’m still here. Yeah, that’s music for your mood architecture, a haunted greenhouse built out of soundwaves and gut feelings.

And then there’s that line: Down on the grass / breathing the Earth’s gas. It made me pause. I pictured someone lying flat on the ground, trying to reconnect with something real while the person they love walks away without necessarily slamming the door. The visual is soft. The emotion is not.

Two Years Later, and Still No Chill

So yeah, it’s been two years since we last heard from them. Apparently, they’ve been tucked away in their Oslo cocoon working on their fifth album. I imagine them surrounded by vintage amps and the ghosts of half-said apologies, trying to bottle up something honest.

They say they really love the chorus. And you know what? So do I. It’s the kind of refrain that catches your eye mid-thought, like someone across the room who knows exactly what you’re feeling. Like, yeah, I’ve been there too. The chorus shows up like it’s been waiting for you to notice it, and suddenly you do.

This song is about fighting for something worth holding on to, even if the grip hurts a bit. According to the band, it’s that angst towards your partner, the feeling that this connection might still be salvageable if you both stop pretending you’re fine. To me, it’s a quiet anthem for anyone who’s ever stayed too long, not out of fear, but out of belief.

Final Thought (Because Let’s Not Pretend There’s Closure Here):

Wishes, Dreams feels like reading a love letter someone threw in the fireplace but never stopped writing in their head. If you’re into that kind of emotional archaeology – digging through the ashes for meaning – Temperature Falls is waiting for you, dreamy chorus and all.

Wishes, dreams, and late-night spirals – find Temperature Falls where you scroll: Instagram, X, YouTube, Spotify. And be cool.