The Party Next Door** Audio previews are just part of the track. Please
sign-in or
subscribe to listen to full tracks.
I had hoped to be a pin
A brief and graceful shimmer
To pierce that darkest water
To lodge down in the deep
But the heart has other ideas
The heart has a mind of its own
The heart knows how many beats remain
The heart keeps this to itself
Four beats in the bar at last drinks
Three more as I climbed the stairs
Two to the fall of the curtain
In one more time to the bed
I was a story made up in my head
I was drowned by the sounds
Of a party next door
And left the old sea waiting
I mingled with the revellers
Wallflower as a ghost
They were arms in arms and dancing
They were swilling down a toast
I was the background radiation
In their kisses, in their cheers
The heartbeat of the party
I was the spirit of new years
I was a story made up in my head
I was drowned by the sounds
Of a party next door
And left the old sea waiting
I had hoped to be a pin
A shimmer never found
But they found me in the morning
And now the story's out
~ Brendan Bonsack
