I’m still searching for the words: when everyday life changes without warning

A song born from a simple “now that’s how it is”

There are sentences that seem simple, but contain a whole world.
This song all started with a few words:
“I’m still searching for the right words… now it’s like this… it’s likely to get worse and worse…”

These sentences reveal the vulnerability of someone who doesn’t quite know how to express themselves.
The fear of hurting someone.
Clarity in the face of change that we cannot control.
And at the same time, a gentleness, almost a shy smile: “you mustn’t misunderstand me.”

This song was born there: in that precise moment when you feel that something has changed in your daily life, but you don’t yet have the words to name it.

When morning rituals go awry

“I’m still looking for my words” speaks first of all about those little everyday things that slip by without making a sound.

Before, there were the morning rituals, the smell of coffee, that almost perfect choreography of gestures repeated day after day.
There were the walks, the bright colours of the market, the carefully chosen vegetables, the laughter that rose effortlessly, the evenings that ended under the stars.

Then, without any dramatic drama, something goes wrong.
Habits fade, automatic gestures are lost.
Socks are no longer always matched, ready-made meals are taking the place of homemade recipes, and evenings are spent in front of a screen that is gradually replacing outdoor excursions.

These are not “great misfortunes”.
These are small, almost invisible movements.
But put together, they tell a different story: the passage of time, fatigue, changing priorities, life settling into a different way.

Between lucidity and gentleness: “things are likely to get worse and worse”

This sentence might sound harsh.
In many songs, it would be a gateway to despair, heartbreak, and drama.

Here, it’s the complete opposite.

When we let it resonate, we understood that it wasn’t about catastrophes, but about realism.
Those moments when you feel that:

• we may never be “the same as before” again

• the body, the rhythm, the energy are no longer quite keeping up

• What was easy yesterday now requires an effort

But instead of railing against it, the song chooses the path of honesty.
Telling the truth, without violence.
Recognizing that some things are falling apart, while holding the other person’s hand.

This is where the refrain takes on its full meaning: we search for our words, we are afraid of saying the wrong thing, we don’t want to be misunderstood, but we still choose to speak.

Humor to keep you from getting lost along the way

At the heart of this song, there is a precious ally: humor.

Little by little, it inserts itself into everyday images.
The sock mess.
Evenings that transform.
Ready-made meals that replace colorful markets.

These details are not meant to be mocking.
They are there to remind us that we can look at our own vulnerabilities with tenderness.
That we can laugh a little at what escapes us, without denying the pain or the fatigue.

Later in the song, this idea returns with even greater clarity: with “a touch of love” and “a pinch of humor”, we can invent another way of walking together.
These are not magic solutions.
These are everyday choices: choosing to smile, choosing to stay, choosing to continue talking to each other, even awkwardly.

A couple’s song, a rite of passage

Behind the images, “Je cherche encore mes mots” is a song of connection.

It tells the story of two people who have already accumulated stories, follies, and memories.
They have aged, yes, but their hearts remain light as soon as a laugh arises.
They know that the seasons change, that life is disruptive, but they decide to keep the flame alive.

There is this powerful image:
We hold hands,
We write songs,
We still dance, sometimes for no apparent reason.

This is not a leak.
This is not a denial.