Broadcast 002 — Sign-Off (The First Bird)

Lyrics

[Spoken Word]
[Whispered, barely voiced, slower than speech]
That was the night. You made it through — or better, you missed it entirely.

The waves have done their washing. The strange little stories are already forgetting themselves, the way they're supposed to.

Somewhere outside, the first bird is clearing its throat.

This has been the Sleep Broadcast. I am Labo Fenrir.

Go gently into the morning. It was always going to find you.