David Gray

Through days like empty fields after the harvest / This ache where the heart is / Like a tree that’s bare, ’neath a sky that’s starless / Like something out of place / I feel all used up, I feel tarnished / Like smudged eyeliner, chipped nail varnish / Like something scarcely visible garnished / With a face … Audacious rhymes cascade over glitchy electronic beats and shimmering acoustic guitars. A soulful, yearning voice reaches for the skies.