Breathing Space

A single minute before the tiredness sets in
A haunted weather in the guise of a passing shower
The break of sweat on a mother in the morning
A sudden stillness on the waves of the cold whale-road

Is there calm in the quiet?
An easy silence? Uneasy silences?

A shrinking of flesh as the cold air hits you
A pinking cheek at an unearthed memory
The shibboleth that unknowingly fits you
Leaving you adrift on that cold, still sea.


Several of the field recordings on this song were taken in Leigh Woods, outside Bristol.