It took me a while to share this one. Not because the song is less important to me. Quite the contrary. It is a story that has been very very special to me and Ana sang some stunning harmonies on the track, right before we headed out into the world this past autumn.
No, it is something else. I have just been feeling a big urge to hide back in the bunker these past weeks. I am not sure why. Maybe it’s autumn. Maybe it’s having been out there doing the tour and being amongst people so much. Maybe it was re-reading the Border trilogy. Maybe it’s the beautiful trumpet I am trying hard to learn to play. Maybe it’s reading the newspaper and feeling everything that hasn’t fallen apart yet is about to. Maybe I feel more important things should be done than singing songs. Sometimes I wish I could just shout and run into the world and crush it and then find some people to try and build it up again. Together. In a way that makes sense this time… But I’m not even sure all this makes any sense, so who am I kidding?
So I’m back to singing…
This is Ana and me. This is a Little Sin.
LITTLE SIN
Apart we stood
Like we thought we should
We watched the planes fly by
Words like tiny crimes
We ran from rain
We fucked the pain away
I admired the mud stains
On your polished nails
Now we lay
Now we lay
The way you smile
When we ride our bikes
Searching for loose tiles
Swaying from side to side
The little sin
Of your hand on my skin
Of your eyes seeking mine
Of feeling bright, not blind
Now we lay (x4)
With little shame
