Oh, how that pressure kills the soul!
There is nothing gentle or sweet
As the kindled flame
Swiftly swept by winds unseen
Buffeted and battered
As one seeks higher ground.
The 'please release' is both the most truthful and heartfelt part of the song. There is a tremendous paradox in wishing to be less seen. Can there be another way? Possibly.
Oh, how that pressure kills the soul! There is nothing gentle or sweet As the kindled flame Swiftly swept by winds unseen Buffeted and battered As one seeks higher ground.
The 'please release' is both the most truthful and heartfelt part of the song. There is a tremendous paradox in wishing to be less seen. Can there be another way? Possibly.