indie
britpop
brit rock
Story behind the song
I was reading Saturday by Ian McEwan when I wrote this, and quite unintentionally the song fits very closely with the book. A strange thing, the subconscious.
Lyrics
My head has hardly touched the pillow
And I am wide awake.
I hear you breathing deeply
Like surf that softly breaks
Onto the shore that stretches far away
The wind that breathes dark words;
The storm that’s passed,
The empty glass,
That rolls across the floor.
She’s really got me wrapped around her heart
But it’s just no competition.
She doesn’t know me
I might as well be dead.
She’s really got me wrapped around her heart
But it’s far too late for questions.
She doesn’t know
She lives outside my head.
The earth is cloaked in shadow
Day has passed to night.
The landscape dims perceptibly
Outside my mind
There is a light that shines
But casts no image
Upon the lost indifferent night
The dead world sleeps regardless
Of the silent shifting shadows
Outside my mind.
Outside my mind.
Outside my mind.