The Geography of Unrest

(Intro: Soft crackle of vinyl, distant rain, a mournful cello melody emerges) (Verse 1) The fog is climbing up the stairs The phantom weight of all these years In this room of quiet dust The mirrors are the only ones I trust I write the words I’ll never speak The soul is strong, the ink is weak A landscape made of gray and gold A story that can’t be retold. (Pre-Chorus) The river Tagus knows my name But every tide feels just the same I am a guest in my own skin Where do I end? Where do you begin? (Chorus) Oh, the restlessness of being The blindness of just seeing I’m a stranger in the city of light A shadow dancing with the night Losing myself in the empty spaces Between the lines, between the faces. (Verse 2) Bristol rain on Lisbon stones The fado chilling in my bones A breakbeat heart, a string quartet A memory I haven't finished yet I’m sitting at the window pane Watching empires drown in rain There’s a universe inside this cup Looking down and waking up. (Bridge - spoken word, breathy) “I bear on me the wounds of all the battles I avoided...” (Cello intensifies, dramatic string swells) I’m awake... but I’m dreaming. I’m here... but I’m leaving. (Guitar Solo - cinematic, distorted like early Portishead) (Chorus) Oh, the restlessness of being The blindness of just seeing I’m a stranger in the city of light A shadow dancing with the night Losing myself in the empty spaces Between the lines, between the faces. (Outro) Saudade... in a minor key The ghost of who I used to be (Drums fade out, leaving only the cello and the crackling vinyl) Just a book... Of unrest. (Final whisper) Unrest.