...Through simple yet striking, reverberating piano chords, his voice wavers as if on the edge of breaking. "Still talk to God in your sleep", he sings, evoking the familiar hollow feeling we all experience after the loss of a loved one. Later, he declares solemnly over the crescendo of rumbling drums and the hum of violins, "It's just peroxide/ It's just the sunlight in your eyes...".
"There's a death of self that comes with love," he says. "The song is about dying, loving. I think a lot of my writing is."
/Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you. /
One of the most sad and melancholy things I've ever heard, as well as the one of the most perfect... Oh Gosh, how do I love it... And it seems that I'm sitting here alone by hours, trying to comprehend it's endless fragality and beauty, diving deeper and deeper into this mirage, trying to understand every word I hear, losing myself in his voice and this prefect state when happiness meets saddness in the purest harmony...
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