Track 1 of the album Windowsill Weather · 2019
Half Past Three, the House Is Humming
by Wren Hallett
“The fridge hums, the radiator ticks and the landing board creaks. I wrote it listening to the house talk to itself.”
acoustic · night folk · hushed acoustic · 3:32
Lyrics
The fridge is softly humming and the radiator ticks The landing board is creaking where the moonlight lays its bricks I'm on the stairs in socks and my cardigan, half asleep Counting all the small sounds that the sleeping houses keep Half past three, the house is humming Something good is on its way, something good is coming The dark is only soft thin cloth, with a thread of morning through Half past three, the house is humming, and I am humming too The cat is on the cushion with a dream behind her eyes A branch is brushing windows with its quiet, rustling sighs I think of all the people sleeping safe along this street Each one a small lit candle in the hush where all things meet Half past three, the house is humming Something good is on its way, something good is coming The dark is only soft thin cloth, with a thread of morning through Half past three, the house is humming, and I am humming too I don't need to fix a thing Not tonight, not yet The worries fold like paper boats And float without regret A blackbird tries one note out, too early, almost shy A paler grey is gathering along the edge of sky I'll make a cup of something warm and watch the window glow And let the whole world turn the way it's always turned, slow Half past three, the house is humming Something good is on its way, something good is coming The dark is only soft thin cloth, with a thread of morning through Half past three, the house is humming, and I am humming too Humming, humming And I am humming too