4.2 - I'm a young boy again, laying in bed, feeling my eyes get heavy with sleep. My window is open and I can hear the cool summer breeze rushing through the trees, as well as the occasional car creeping by on the street. In the next room I hear the sound of a sitcom playing on the television, characters talking unintelligibly over a laugh-track. I'm hyper-aware of my surroundings and I haven't yet learned how to tune things out so I'm dazzled by how the strange, disparate sounds create a messy symphony in mind. That's sort of how I feel listening to this record.