

{rain on windowpane ambience,
soft
vinyl crackle, gentle felt piano
arpeggios, distant low synth pads,
clarinet starts, slow-tempo, key of C minor}
Streaks of gray run down the pane
Tracing circles in the dust
Everything we built out in the rain
Now is turning back to rust
{tender whispered
male vocal, close-mic'd, hesitant phrasing} And the room is far too still
Just the hum
of the avenue below
If I could, you know I will
Let the quiet
wash away the cold (ohhh) {gently building,
muted trumpet counter-melody, soft sub-bass swell} Leaves are swirling in the street
Tail-lights bleed a blurry red
I can hear the rhythm of your feet
Walking paths inside my head
{intimate
vocal, sparse instrumentation, piano chords sustaining}
Just the quiet... (shhh) {clarinet takes over,
slow fade, rain sfx increases,
vinyl hiss to silence}