I'm waiting for the agony to stop
Oh, let the happiness in
I'm watching as the gulls all settle down
Upon the empty vessels
The faded whites of their wedding gowns
The songs of hopeless selflessness
The cold December Sun
A cold that blisters
The hands of a working man
Listen to the waves against the rocks
I don't know where they've been
I'm waiting for the sky to open up
And let the happiness in
'Cause it's coming, coming home
I'm unsure as to why this album takes me there, but it never fails to do so.
I'm in my lair enveloped by, what might possibly be the most beautiful sounding contemporary music I've ever heard.
So, I'm under the sheets, stuffed with truffles, floating on these glorious sounds and... smelling earth!
Makes perfect sense to me...