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  • Halfway Chapters

    Halfway Chapters

    Released 17 April 2026

    Halfway Chapters

    Somewhere between where you were
    and where you’re going, life carries on.

    Halfway Chapters finds Lisa Coles taking stock without pretending everything has been resolved. Across four songs, old expectations are reconsidered, messages remain unsent, familiar habits become harder to dismiss and carefully managed conversations reveal more than intended. These are not dramatic turning points, but smaller moments when you recognise something about yourself, even if you haven’t quite decided what to do about it yet.

    TRACKS

    Select any track to read the lyrics and listen to the recording.

    1. Halfway Chapters
    2. Folded Letters
    3. Just One Glass
    4. Front Row Composure
    EP NOTES

    Halfway Chapters catches Lisa Coles in moments of quiet reassessment. These songs sit with changing expectations, things left unsaid, habits we recognise in ourselves and the careful ways people manage what they reveal. Nothing is completely resolved. Life simply looks a little different once you’ve noticed what’s there.

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  • Halfway Chapters EP Released

    Halfway Chapters EP Released

    Lisa Coles - Halfway Chapters
    Folded Letters Promo
  • Halfway Chapters

    Halfway Chapters

    Some plans disappear
    without anything going wrong.

    Halfway Chapters finds Lisa Coles taking stock at thirty-five, looking at the ambitions, choices and versions of the future that once seemed certain. Some happened, some didn’t, and some simply stopped mattering. Rather than mourning what has passed, she begins to see the years ahead as something still hers to shape.

    ► BUY
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    I stand in front of the mirror tonight
    Pull out the old photos from the shelf
    Laugh at the plans that I once held tight
    Think how quietly some dreams left themselves

    Thirty-five and the clock keeps moving
    Half the chapters behind, half still to write
    Time to stop chasing what’s always proven
    Empty and start building something that’s right

    Halfway through, but I’m not done
    All the years I’ve lost, all the miles I’ve run
    I’ve got just as many ahead as behind
    Time to hold the truths I can find

    I remember nights I stayed up awake
    Sketching the futures that never came
    Some roads I chose, some I let break
    Some doors closed quietly without blame

    Thirty-five and the clock keeps moving
    Half the chapters behind, half still to write
    Time to stop chasing what’s always proven
    Empty and start building something that’s right

    Halfway through, but I’m not done
    All the years I’ve lost, all the miles I’ve run
    I’ve got just as many ahead as behind
    Time to hold the truths I can find

    I don’t need the applause or the fame
    Just the quiet proof that I played my game
    Every small choice, every late-night fight
    Shapes the half ahead I hold in sight

    Halfway through, but I’m not done
    All the years I’ve lost, all the miles I’ve run
    I’ve got just as many ahead as behind
    Time to hold the truths I can find

  • Folded Letters

    Folded Letters

    Sometimes the hardest reply
    is the one you haven’t sent yet.

    Folded Letters catches Lisa Coles in the small space between receiving a message and deciding what to do with it. She types, deletes, rereads and waits, knowing there is something she wants to say but unable to find a version that feels right. The longer she leaves it, the harder keeping quiet becomes.

    ► BUY
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    I read your message again
    I don’t know if I should reply

    You say it like it’s simple
    Like nothing really changed
    I read it through twice
    Still don’t know what you mean

    I hold the phone in my hand
    Wait for something to land

    I can’t hold it in
    I can’t hold it in

    I start to type, then erase it
    Watch the words disappear
    There’s a way I could say it
    I just don’t make it clear

    I let the silence sit
    See what it does to me

    I can’t hold it in
    I can’t hold it in

    Say it now or leave it

    I can’t hold it in
    I can’t hold it in
    I can’t hold it in

  • Just One Glass

    Just One Glass

    A habit can stay small
    for as long as you keep calling it one.

    Just One Glass follows the quiet negotiation behind an ordinary evening routine. One drink is a way to switch off, tomorrow is always the day to skip it, and every familiar excuse keeps the question comfortably at a distance. Lisa knows she could stop. The more revealing admission is that, for now, she doesn’t want to.

    ► BUY
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    I pour a glass around 8:30
    Call it winding down
    It’s been a long day and I’m still switched on
    I tell myself it’s nothing
    Just a way to pause
    Nothing dramatic
    Just a little break

    I’ve done this before
    I’ll do it again

    Just one glass
    Just tonight
    Just to smooth the noise inside
    Just one glass
    Nothing more
    I’ve said that before

    Phone buzzes past midnight
    Old chats I can’t delete
    Scrolling slowly
    Let it run instead
    Alarm comes too early
    Head a little heavy
    Coffee too strong
    Promise I’ll skip it tomorrow

    I’ve done this before
    I’ll do it again

    Just one glass
    Just tonight
    Just to smooth the noise inside
    Just one glass
    Nothing more
    I’ve said that before

    I could stop
    I could walk away
    I just don’t want to

    Just one glass
    Just tonight
    Just to smooth the noise inside
    Just one glass
    Nothing more
    I’ve said that before

  • Front Row Composure

    Front Row Composure

    Good manners can hide
    an impressive amount of hostility.

    Front Row Composure watches two people who understand each other well enough to know exactly what is happening beneath a perfectly civil conversation. Every word, gesture and reaction is carefully managed, particularly with other people watching. Neither loses control. That doesn’t mean either of them is being honest.

    ► BUY
    THOUGHTS, MOSTLY

    You take your seat like it’s nothing
    Smooth expression, well rehearsed
    Every gesture calibrated
    Say just enough, imply the worst
    You tilt your head when you’re listening
    Like you’re generous with space
    But you’re scanning for advantage
    While you’re smiling at my face

    We both understand the setting
    No one says it out loud
    You play polite perfection
    I don’t play to the crowd

    Front Front row composure
    Hands folded tight
    Measured exposure
    Everything tight
    No sudden movements
    No wasted breath
    You watch the reaction
    I watch what’s left

    You adjust the conversation
    Shift the focus when it suits
    Drop a detail like it’s nothing
    Keep the balance slightly loose
    You call it being careful
    I call it being known
    You don’t like loose endings
    You prefer them overthrown

    We don’t need confession
    We don’t need proof
    You manage perception
    I manage the truth

    Front row composure
    Hands folded tight
    Measured exposure
    Everything tight
    No sudden movements
    No wasted breath
    You watch the reaction
    I watch what’s left

    You lean in closer
    Lower your tone
    Ask if I noticed
    How much you’ve grown
    I say I’ve noticed
    That’s technically true
    Growth looks different
    Depending on who

    Front row composure
    Hands folded tight
    Measured exposure
    Everything tight
    No sudden movements
    No wasted breath
    You watch the reaction
    I watch what’s left