One listen.

I’m feeling as though I’m on a roll at the moment so I went into this and just banged it out. Little active thinking, just got it done. Made the writing really easy to get through, and I feel good about it. I don’t know how well it represents the song, but I’m happy with the result.

Supercar’s “Time” is from Answer.

I hope you enjoy.

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Something tiny. Something on its own. Just perceptible. Keys come in and keys play a pleasant pattern. A warm pattern. They play firmly and with space, and soon they start cascading down, shining in the light they capture in their pieces.

A gentle voice follows in steps and finds itself punctuated by the keys, and something swirls in the background. A noise, building but also seemingly never growing. A shoreline upon the brackets between sounds, from which more steps come forward.

Those steps tick percussively, and they keep moving when the vocals return. The vocals returned with a little fragile sound behind them, and the vocals themselves are doubled and echoing. When they stop a new pattern emerges in the keys, and it feels playful. It could be forgiving, and it could be a big hug; a wrapping in the arms, of warm embrace. Of a sadness but a continuing on, and a remembering of everything that has been, and looking fondly.

Those keys disappear and it seems like everything is walking away. It seems like everything is moving away, out of view as all keeps heading forward. Everything is moving to a point where it will disappear, and the steps remain. The steps of a ticking clock, left there, ticking away. Nothing left but the sound. Nothing left but the indicator of time, until it too stops, leaving silence at the song’s end.