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In an interview with The 405 Alasdair MacLean said of this song:
It was the last one we worked on, and so it’s kind of where what we were doing got to its fullest expanse… This is an interesting one I guess because it’s not got guitar in, it’s got harp, we got Mary Lattimore to play the arpeggiated...
Ballerina, breathe
Doubled night, cohere
Nothing here is quite the same
Songbirds singing new refrains
Palpitations on the train and
Static in the grass
You just can’t place it as you move
Through nights and days and mornings lost
But everything you see tonight
Is different from itself
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
Birds fly in from Africa
Birds fly in from Africa
Every day is closer
But still something hesitates
Nights that sing with car alarms
Broken mains and summer storms
What is it I’m living for?
What am I living for?
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
You’re an empty face
In an empty house
Ballerina, breathe
Doubled night, cohere
I don’t know why
I’m wasting my time
Walking these avenues
Stars drift in lines
From bones into eyes
Everything flowers inside
Inside
Inside
Inside
When all the towers have fallen away
In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
Now you and I, we’re holding the line
We’ll light the lamps against winter time
I’ll catch you if you fall, don’t be afraid
Let me in, bride of the whin
I’ll come knocking at your door
I’ll see you again
Here you come, into the sun
Vine leaves, constellations, you are here for everyone
When all the towers have fallen away
In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
Now you and I, we’re holding the line
We’ll light the lamps against winter time
I’ll catch you if you fall don’t be afraid