That song is incredible as well. The drums are like my heartbeat while Ian croons a song of lost love. Connections mounting and biting in their rhythms of soft echo. I can't believe i can hear this song. Beauty. Lust. Love. Love will tear us apart. Again. I need a new journal. Muffled agony is barely visible in the masses of droning wasps that hum their firm yet soothing artist's cry.
The artist's cry is going line. Thump thump thump thump GO
The glory of strangers that gaze upon this,
my book of all failures, with a sense
of ultimate innocence, not a tear
to spare from their anonymously busy lives.