A few tiny movements, and it begins.
The needle drops, the record spins.
Lately I've been giving in
to these primitive machines.
Back when I barely knew who you were,
we were both precious and obscure.
Sat together in a park.
You tossed a coin out into the old pond and snarked
at the young man and his courage,
and the ghosts in every hotel room.
They keep claiming they could begin again.
Then you got up just to change the sides.
There, on the fourth chord came a lie.
Once I could tell them apart;
a twist of fate or a change of heart.
Blood on the tracks, it skips a beat.
As he sings a solemn eulogy
for the old man in the courtroom
and the stray dogs in the parking lot.
They're all thinking they would begin again.
We'll begin again.
With lies still stuck between our teeth
we'll taste the bitter irony
of the stranger in a subway station
unsure of her destination.
Only knows she will begin again.
credits
from Half Empty,
released April 3, 2020
Recorded & produced at Six Feet Over studio by Sjur Lyseid. Additional recording by Nils Martin Larsen. Mixed by Sjur Lyseid. Mastered by Espen Høydalsvik at Tinnitus Mastering.