In the end, it’s loneliness I know.
I ask you now, how can I trust a soul?
You kissed me as the hour came to leave
And then you raised your hand to show which way I ran
When they’d come for me
If you were lost like me, so pale and weak,
If the sky fell in, would you ever pray for sleep
To drag you down below the ground
To somewhere where you won’t be found?
I’ve been dreaming of my death again
Come in for the kill
And when you have outgrown beyond those things you know
Tell me that you will
Say that you will
If you were lost like me, so pale and weak,
If the sky fell in, would you ever pray for sleep
To drag you down below the ground
To somewhere where you won’t be found?
One of my favourite songs of mine. Still closes the set today. I wrote this while I was still at university, initially envisaging it as an Everly Brothers/Crowded House two-part harmony number. I came back to it when I moved to London, rewriting the verse lyrics and making it a bit zippier. Never expected it to open the album, but I loved the mix so much I bumped it up. I’m particularly fond of the lap steel – played by Spencer Cullum on a 1930s Bakelite guitar – and the cellos. There are actually 48 tracks of cello, all played by one person.
