I didn't even notice it the first couple times I heard it. Again, Martine sings choruses and Tricky sings the verses. Totally remakes song and emphasizes Tricky's rap. Relentless verses converging on one another, telling a story of decay and slow meltdown of one person's psyche. I was having a fucked-up day.
Music is driven by acoustic guitar that is as soft and hesitant as the vocals.
Unlike the rest of this album, the sparse arrangement here provides a chance for the music to open up to the listener, to rise above the relentless propulsion of beat and seek after something different, greater, than itself. This is as close to reggae Tricky is likely to get. But it has its charm and grows on me the more I hear it. Tricky's murmur is relentless, and Martine's voice fills in the cracks with an equally relentless verse of her own. This song doesn't stop for a second, builds on itself until it falls apart.