Love is awesome. Love is Divine. Love also stinks and is a rotten human contrivance, bound to ruin us eventually.
This paradox is great fodder for poets and Yello give it a sexy once-over in this enticing tune.
The suites make me imagine a clasy Hotel for a romantic rendezvous. Perhaps there are remembered encounters which took place in the various rooms of this same place.
Even memory of the best of times can be a source of trememndous pain; the pain of detachment from our past, but living it in our memory as real as if being there again.
It makes me think of the weight of our early sexual explorations; the way the joy was intense; the sorrow was intense; the passions were so much higher and almost unbearable at times.
Love is awesome. Love is Divine. Love also stinks and is a rotten human contrivance, bound to ruin us eventually. This paradox is great fodder for poets and Yello give it a sexy once-over in this enticing tune.
The suites make me imagine a clasy Hotel for a romantic rendezvous. Perhaps there are remembered encounters which took place in the various rooms of this same place.
Even memory of the best of times can be a source of trememndous pain; the pain of detachment from our past, but living it in our memory as real as if being there again.
It makes me think of the weight of our early sexual explorations; the way the joy was intense; the sorrow was intense; the passions were so much higher and almost unbearable at times.
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