Chances are if you’re at home on a Saturday night you’re going to need some background music and it’s lucky that you’ve stumbled upon this status and hit play and asked me to email you a copy of this track. Fast forward to tomorrow afternoon the sun is pouring through your windscreen, you’re driving to god knows where and it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that the stereo is loud and all that matters to me is that you’re playing this song.
Perhaps that was the future I saw with you. We were laughing on a porch with a piano. The aching of the keys pouring out from that timber platform, where I brought you the wool that you wrapped with all your love and strand by strand you kept me warm in the winter.