Walls Close In

{plucked nylon-string guitar playing a repetitive,

circular motif} {creaking floorboard sound} (mhm...) {hollow,

resonant acoustic space}

Four walls and a heavy wooden door

Tracing patterns on the kitchen floor

The kettle's singing but the fire is cold

Watching the shadows as they take their hold {acoustic guitar strum patterns

widen} I hear the street calling out my name

(calling my name) But every exit looks exactly the same

{shimmering electric

guitar swell} {subtle heart-beat kick drum

enters} Locked inside these wooden boundaries

Dust is settling on my memories (oh help me

out) Running circles in the quiet space

Trying to remember my own face

{soaring vocal line} {warm analog synthesizer pad expands} The mail is piling

by the front hallway

Another season turning into grey

I touch the handle but the iron is frozen

Stuck in the quiet path that I have chosen

{drums drop out back to fingerpicking}

Four walls... (four walls)

Just the dust

and me {slow guitar fade-out} {distant ticking clock effect} {final long piano

chord

decays}