A piece of eerie serenity for your day, Lee DeWyze’s “Bridges” overlooks the physical and spiritual divide. “Now the air’s as thin as paper, that’s been buried by the snow / And it serves as a reminder that we’re only flesh and bones,” he sings. Guitar splashes up in prickly chords, orchestral strings billowing in elegant patterns far below. “Maybe we can’t live forever / Maybe we just want to go home.” The words are deceptive in the way they cut deep, contrasting against such a medicating patchwork.
Listen to “Bridges” below.