I sink like a stone that’s been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

No, he didn’t sing that song, but beneath the white collared and the pin-stripped trouser, the Englishman with the Lazarus Heart didn’t falter. The scratched Sunburst Fender, clapping like a salsa dancer and arms spread out to embrace the whole world, this is the man freed from the Soul Cages

Be still my beating heart