Track 5 of the EP Nine Time Zones Away · 2011
Shutters Drawn at Noon
“Written in the one heatwave Edinburgh ever gave me. Slow, shuttered, and a little drowsy, like the afternoon.”
art song · impressionist · piano ballad · 3:42
Lyrics
The heat lies down upon the city streets The shutters drawn against the burning sky A fan turns slowly, stirring up the dust And all the afternoon is drifting by The pavement shimmers like a silver lake The pigeons rest beneath the shaded eaves I hold a glass of water to my cheek And watch the curtain breathe, and breathe, and leave Hush now, hush, the day is made of gold Too warm to hurry, too bright to hold We'll let the hours melt like honey slow Shutters drawn at noon, and nowhere left to go A distant bell is lazy in the air A violin is practising next door One note, then silence, then the note again And I could listen to it evermore Hush now, hush, the day is made of gold Too warm to hurry, too bright to hold We'll let the hours melt like honey slow Shutters drawn at noon, and nowhere left to go Somewhere past the haze the evening waits With cooler hands and violet-coloured air But for this hour I'm happy in the hush With nothing asked of me, and no one there Hush now, hush, the day is made of gold Too warm to hurry, too bright to hold We'll let the hours melt like honey slow Shutters drawn at noon, and nowhere left to go Nowhere left to go Nowhere left to go