your room just isn't the same

Spokane - Proud Graduates

Some time back I wrote about a song, and said life was made for two, a bed too big to keep warm by yourself. But this song, this one is what happens when it gets cold, and it's just some of the softest and saddest noise ever to be made with guitars, and violins, and two sets of throats with lumps in them, and everything is only barely touched and played and whispered for fear of disturbing the delicate loneliness that reigns over the whole thing, like a layer of dust.

This song is from A Small Commotion, a Spokane retrospective which is amazing and beautiful and free to download here in its entirety.