Sweet Unrest (The Disquiet)

(Verse 1) The streetlamps flicker in a language I don’t speak The cobblestones are weary, and the air is getting weak I’m sitting at the window of a room that isn't mine Watching shadows of my shadow tracing circles out of time Inês is just a name left on a letter in the hall I am the silence growing between the bricks inside the wall (Chorus) Oh, this sweet unrest, this beautiful nowhere I’m a ghost in a café, breathing heavy golden air Between the fado and the breakbeat, I am lost and found A book of fragments scattered on this holy, dusty ground I’m not here, I’m just the echo of the rain A dream of Lisbon waking in a stranger’s brain (Verse 2) The cello starts to bleed into the crackle of the wax The orchestra is weeping for the things we can’t hold back I wear my melancholy like a shawl of heavy lace I see a thousand versions of my soul in every face Is it the river calling, or the vinyl spinning slow? The more I stay inside myself, the further that I go (Bridge) (Spoken, whispered in Portuguese) 'Tenho tanto sentimento que se desdobra em mim...' I feel so much, I am a crowd within a shell A heaven built of matches in a very quiet hell Drum machine is heartbeat, strings are veins of fire A slow-motion descent on a silver, rusted wire (Chorus) Oh, this sweet unrest, this beautiful nowhere I’m a ghost in a café, breathing heavy golden air Between the fado and the breakbeat, I am lost and found A book of fragments scattered on this holy, dusty ground I’m not here, I’m just the echo of the rain A dream of Lisbon waking in a stranger’s brain (Outro) Nothingness is heavy... Let the needle skip... Alfama sleeps... And I am just... the ink... (Vinyl crackle fades out with a final, soaring violin note)