Have you ever been compelled? Under a spell? From a protagonist who knows you far too well? Have you ever been undone by a slip of the tongue? And betrayed a side of you that felt hard-won? So we watch the water swell from a Scottish hotel. “Have you ever fell, have you ever fell?”
Are you going to tell me why there’s a bag packed by the bedroom window? It’s a pack of lies: “Everything has to reach a peak sometime.” Tell me why there’s a map laying flat on the bedside table? It’s a pack of lies — it’s not a peak, it’s a plateau. Let me know when you want to leave this island. Let me know when you want to hear my point of view.
In the Observation Lounge, couples ready to pounce, but there’s a reticence from treading icy ground. So we watch the water swell from a Scottish hotel. “Have you ever fell, have you ever fell?”
I’ll stand up for you. I will act as a semaphore. I will guide you to a perfect landing. I will act as a distant shore. I will aim to be the last man standing for you. I’ll stand up for you when you want to leave this island; when you want to hear my point of view.