This is a song about feeling a bit uneasy, having fitful dreams, and spending a bit too much time alone. I let this one resolve pretty naturally on a positive note, because, one way or other, that's how this stuff eventually works out in my experience.
I haven't written a song like this one in a little while. I don't just mean the rhythm and the feel, which certainly mark a departure from my recent work. I mean that it has been a little while since I had a song that came organically through the works, a song with lyrics and melody that were allowed to develop and swerve through one another. I like the melody enough to let it stand on its own without harmony. I like the words.
lyrics
The sound of rain
At two in the morning
I'm uneasy
I'm trying to find you
A mile up
Looking down at the city
It unhinges its jaws
And it eats me
And everyone knows
That the world is unkind
And it's sinking its teeth
Deeper into us
And everyone knows
That the world is unkind
And it's sinking its teeth
Deeper into us
I hear my favorite song
At the market
I sing along with the verse
Out of habit
I wander into the dark
For the chorus
Other people
Are polite to ignore this
And everyone knows
That the world's a strange place
And when strangers aren't strange
What's so strange about them?
And everyone knows
That the world's a strange place
And when strangers aren't strange
What's so strange about them?
The sound of rain
At four in the morning
You'd snuck in
And it's pleasant to find you
From up here
I can see our apartment
Drifting down
I make circles around it
And everyone knows when they're in the right place
Everyone knows when they're in the right place
Everyone knows when they're in the right place