Thievery Corporation Ft. Shana Halligan - Depth - Of My Soul

Elena sits alone at a corner table, her silhouette draped in a gown of midnight silk. She isn't waiting for a person; she’s waiting for a memory. As Shana Halligan’s voice begins to curl through the room like incense, the walls of the lounge seem to ripple.

She remembers the way the light hit the Mediterranean, the secrets they whispered into the salt air, and the crushing realization that some people are meant to be a haunting rather than a home. Every time the chorus swells, the lounge grows darker, the shadows stretching long and liquid, until the room is nothing but sound and smoke. Thievery Corporation Ft. Shana Halligan - Depth Of My Soul

Across the room, a man who isn’t really there—a phantom of a lost summer in Tangier—appears in the reflection of a tarnished mirror. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. The trip-hop beat is the steady pulse of her heart, and the sweeping strings are the gravity pulling her back into the "depth of her soul." Elena sits alone at a corner table, her