Elbow – Station Approach
from Leaders of the Free World (2005) /britrock/
The streets are full of Goths and Greeks
I haven’t seen my mum for weeks but
Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight
I never know what I want but I know when
I’m low that I need to be in the town
Where they know what I’m like and don’t mind
Light mist pierced by sun, but to what end? Fog embraced and eased away by morning’s call. Tangled vines twisted apart to set free their quarry. Ruddy cobblestones swept bare and smooth. Corner-building disassembled brick by brick. A man, confused, follows a trailing bit of ribbon out of the frame, leaving his briefcase which is buffeted away by a freak gust of wind. Gradually, the trees give up their leaves, their branches and leave a slight depression in the washed out sidewalk. As the fever hits, nothing remains but brilliant white that shudders slightly at the impact.