Murder

The tenderness here is half burnt out - like a love story that has been kept under a lamp for too long. The words blur in the smoke, the sounds are like fingerprints on fogged-up glass: it's impossible to tell what was true and what was invented out of exhaustion. Everything is shaky, like the morning after a sleepless night, when your heart beats a little faster than it should.

There is a strange honesty in this track - without pathos, without confidence, with heartbreak and a quiet admission of its toxicity. It seems to say: yes, everything is broken, but isn't it beautiful how the light breaks on the shards?