Pulses & Rain

It’s not an area, it’s not an area
For homes, for homes
It’s not an area, it’s not an area
For homes or passersby
It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable
To sleep, to sleep
It’s not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete
In space and sound
Helas, the trees are withering
Beneath the ground where people fall
It feels unreal to start again
Like pulses and rain
It’s not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable
It’s not an area that finds me audible
Helas, nobody can find you
Underneath the seasons, nobody can hear you
And everything you do
It’s all so incomprehensible
It seems so real, oh
Helas, the trees are withering
Beneath the ground where people fall
It feels unreal to start again
Like pulses and rain