[Intro]
[analog pad swells, distant rain, slow arpeggio enters]

[Verse 1]
Light goes out, the channel opens
something hushed beneath the eaves
two clear days, the weather rare again
glass lifts, the latch concedes

[Chorus]
The iron drums but holds the sound
malheureusement
above the bed I never reached
the leaves are speaking now

[Verse 2]
Salt of rain or just the night
streaming down across the face
why so late, why now, why ever
the answer in the simplest place

[Bridge]
[arpeggio rises, pad opens, gated snare enters]
Not every pleasure, not the chase
the wisest one was always near
a metre up, a hand's breadth wide
the channel always clear

[Chorus]
The iron drums but holds the sound
malheureusement
above the bed I never reached
the leaves are speaking now

[Outro]
[arp continues, pad sustains, fades into rain]
Leave it open
leave it open
the breeze, the breeze
[Fade Out]