Is it the rhythm, the words, or the notes? The song comes back, again, finding its way into your head. Into your heart. It has been there before. Many times. Different times, at various stages of your life; unfamiliar lovers, those from the past. Now. Gone. The song is still there. ‘I’m not sure all these people understand.’ They didn’t. Maybe this one will. You still try to comprehend the circumstance, but the lyrics and that rich, purposeful melody take over. At 3:19 nothing else matters. Not even sleep. Not at the moment. ‘Nightswimming’ deserves a quiet night.