é um dos mistérios da música. há nomes do passado que se calam, ficam mudos durante anos a fio e depois, quando já nem os lembrávamos, ei-los de volta. e por vezes com um regresso tão belo quão inesperado. é o que me ocorre ao ouvir ben watt (metade dos everything but the girl), aqui em estúdio com a ajuda da slide-guitar de david gilmour (um quarto dos pink floyd, já agora).

Your state agent's been over, I've resurfaced the driveway


I'm selling flowers round the pavement, made it nice up the place


I'm up the selling of business, my heart is an ended


Without your face over the counter, without your face

Some nights I'm out there on the levels


Through the village, pass the church where we got married


And I can see for miles

Now, there is the future, what's it standing in my way?


Right now it's my past, and it's not moving forth

Some nights Im out there on the levels


And the ditches and the fields are flooded by the river


And I can see for miles


And I know its only daylight that we all walk through


And everybody has wounds that heal in time


And I’ll get over mine

Some nights I'm out there on the levels


And were talking like we used to


And its me who does the talking


Are we out there for a while?

And I can see for miles