Hervé turns the famous saying “the first day of the rest of your life” on its head and plunges us into the first day of the rest of my night – a place ruled by sleeplessness, glowing screens, and stubbornly dark thoughts. The singer wakes up already exhausted, tangled in his sheets and in his mind. He calls his mom, he scrolls through channels, he even hums a catchy na-na-na refrain, but nothing quite chases away the feeling that daylight never really arrives. Modern life keeps pulling him into its blue-light glow, and every attempt to reboot feels like a false start.
Yet, beneath the gloom, there is a spark of hope carried by the very melody he claims he cannot live without. The hypnotic chorus becomes both a lifeline and a confession: music is the thread that stitches his night together, giving him the courage to believe a brighter dawn might still break. The result is a bittersweet anthem for anyone who has ever watched the clock crawl toward morning, headphones on, waiting for a new beginning that always seems just out of reach.