In a studio with a life-sized photo of gum trees superimposed against the rear wall, three musicians dressed in black are arranged around a central microphone.
Hannah is in the centre, standing behind two adjacent music stands, wearing a black, off-the-shoulder top and flared black pants with black shoes. Her long blonde hair falls loose over her shoulders.
On the right is a young woman with strawberry-blonde hair sitting at a mixing desk with a synthesizer on her left and an open laptop in front of her. Her hand is on one of the synthesizer's dials.
On the left is a young man with a cloud of springy, light-brown hair, and he's seated with his electric guitar on his lap, plugged into the amplifiers on the floor behind him.
Hannah looks from one accompanist to the other as they wait to begin.
The woman at the synthesizer adjusts the dial she's holding and the guitarist starts to strum a chord.
Hannah begins to sing, gesturing with her right hand as though conducting herself. She closes her eyes while singing, appearing to become lost in the song.
♪ My shiver is her shiver ♪
♪ And as we flicker ♪
♪ Her gaze is your gaze ♪
♪ Her gaze is your gaze ♪
♪ And our thoughts are our skin ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ My flicker is her flicker ♪
♪ And as we flicker ♪
♪ Her gaze is your gaze
Her gaze is your gaze ♪
♪ And our thoughts are our skin ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
In a musical break, Hannah looks towards the guitarist, who plays a meandering, ponderous solo.
Partway through the solo, the woman at the mixing desk adds some sound effects.
Hannah begins to sing again, her eyes open this time. She gestures with her hands as she sings.
The woman at the mixing desk adjusts various dials, chunky rings gleaming on her fingers.
♪ Tell me when you get home ♪
♪ I don't like you being alone ♪
♪ I'll still be followed home ♪
♪ What’s the battery on your phone ♪
♪ Do you know that
I’ll still be followed home ♪
♪ Paint your knuckles in chrome ♪
♪ This risk you are prone ♪
♪ I'll still be followed home ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
In the next musical break, Hannah signals with a pointed finger to the woman at the mixing desk, who introduces a repetitive, fast-paced bass riff to underlay Hannah's spoken-word passage. The guitarist plucks discordant strings.
♪ Eyes down ♪
♪ Keys out ♪
♪ Other side of the street ♪
♪ Not back yet
Silence, noise, silence, noise ♪
♪ Just a bird
Flicker, shudder ♪
♪ Eyes down, stony ♪
♪ Hardens
This is getting harder ♪
♪ Alone, silence, noise
Silence, noise ♪
During the spoken-word passage, the guitarist hunches over his instrument, sliding his fingers up and down the strings to make them wail, picking and slapping them percussively.
♪ Eyes down
Did I catch your eye? ♪
♪ Yet I'm the one who feels caught ♪
♪ Trying to be silent and loud
So that you don't notice me ♪
♪ Just enough
Eyes down ♪
♪ Flicker, shudder
Never again and again and again ♪
♪ Never again and again and again ♪
♪ Never again and again and again ♪
♪ ..and again
and again and again... ♪
♪ ..and again
and again and again... ♪
♪ ..and again
and again and again... ♪
♪ ..and again
and again and again... ♪
♪ ..and again and
again and again... ♪
At the end of the spoken-word passage, the guitarist plays alone, picking the strings discordantly and sliding his fingers along them for a scratchy effect.
The guitar solo ends and Hannah begins to sing again.
♪ I come from her
and from her I go ♪
♪ She holds a pebble
inside her coat ♪
♪ She keeps everyone else afloat ♪
♪ I come from her
and from her I go ♪
♪ She comes from me
and from she I came ♪
♪ A look in the eye
from across the train ♪
♪ We shudder together
when we hear the name ♪
♪ She comes from me
and from she I came ♪
♪ It will meet you here ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ It will meet you there ♪
♪ ...meet you here ♪
♪ It will meet you here ♪
In another musical break, Hannah nods to the guitarist who plays a short melodic sequence, then Hannah resumes singing.
♪ Her gaze is your gaze ♪
♪ Her hands are her hands ♪
♪ Together we will walk ♪
♪ And when she stands
I will stand ♪
♪ Her terror needs
to be your terror ♪
♪ Her hands are her hands
and not your hands ♪
♪ Together we will walk ♪
♪ Stand up next to her
when she stands ♪
For the last line of the song, the guitarist stops playing and Hannah sings unaccompanied.
♪ It will meet you there ♪
