I like the song because the violins sound like screaming and reaching and the guitars sound like crashing. It sounds like empty streets and breezes hard enough to move paper over concrete but not hard enough to feel. It sounds like the last birds before sunset. It sounds like a beggar on a suburban street because the city already fell down, and the telephone pole she sits beside carrying no signals but the fuzzed beeping when you pick up a disconnected receiver because no one, no one is listening. It sounds like a military convoy on a mountain road. It sounds like we are watching that convoy from the top of the hill, shaking--it is cold and we are scared--and the song sounds like everything warm forever is gone. And the sun goes down.

Jonathan O'Brien