Beach House-thank Your Lucky Stars-2015--album-... 〈RELIABLE • Edition〉

She got up. The floor was cold linoleum. She pulled on a coat over her pajamas—a man’s navy peacoat that was also Paul’s, because she hadn’t packed her own—and stepped outside.

She almost smiled. “Yeah,” she said. “Lucky stars.” Beach House-Thank Your Lucky Stars-2015--Album-...

She sat on a splintered bench facing the Atlantic. The waves were heavy, dark, folding over themselves with a sound like a lullaby being strangled. She thought of the album’s cover—the blurred image of a figure on a stage, a guitar, a curtain. There was no clarity there. No answer. Just the beautiful, blurry feeling of being between things. She got up