Umbrella Riding the Number 9

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Intro: full arpeggio and brushed kick hit together on beat one, no build-up

Chorus

Black nylon, folded tight
Riding the number nine all night
Nobody holding the handle
Nobody holding it right

Verse

Left-hand seat, second row
Ribs still wet from the four o'clock snow
Slid under the heater, quiet as a coat
Round the loop twice, and nobody spoke

Verse

Over the river the lamps came on
One, then two, then the far bank gone
A tower block counting its windows out
Yellow, yellow, dark, yellow, out

Chorus

Black nylon, folded tight
Riding the number nine all night
Nobody holding the handle
Nobody holding it right

Verse

She'd have seen the bridge from here
A fingertip through the misted smear
A stop she never had a reason for
The bakery light at half past four

Bridge

Bells on the glass, that's all
A thumbprint drying on the pane
The crate is warmer than the seat
And nobody's coming for the rain

Verse

Depot at six, the driver's shrug
Into a crate with a pencilled tag
One shelf up, and dry as bone
Twelve miles of city and never got wet

Chorus

Black nylon, folded tight
Rode the whole number nine last night
Nobody holding the handle
Nobody holding it right

Outro

Folded tight, folded tight
Rode the whole city
Rode the whole city
Dry