Under the Awning

{slow-motion intro} {soft pale synth chords,

flickers

of clean electric guitar,

muted kick}

Under the awning, the world is a blur

Headlights are cutting the mist and the air

(hmmmmm) {vocal cracked and

intimate}

And the traffic crawls away

Like a signal in the grey

{synths swell slightly, arpeggios tighten} Warmth through the cold glass,

briefly alive

We watch the embers of the evening survive (ooh-ooh)

{chorus expands,

layered harmonies

and wide warm pads} Standing in silence,

the frost on the floor

They hurry inside and they lock every door

{muted rhythm returns, sparse

arrangements} Behind the glass (cold glass) {guitars fade,

synths

wash

over}