Possibility. Love. And, to an extent, how they can become synonymous.
"I've seen you when your ship came in and when your train was leaving"
He's seen you at your best and at your worst and as he says his love for you is so immense, so strong that the rest of world no longer matters:
"I don't know if you're beautiful because I love you too much... "
There is no room for any objectivity, his (and, hopefully, theirs) is a love that exists for its own realm. And isn't that the best sort? There's a Tom Waits song to back this up - "the only kind of love is blind love, stone blind love."
Stephen Merritt writes a song like an angel. Trust.
Possibility. Love. And, to an extent, how they can become synonymous.
"I've seen you when your ship came in and when your train was leaving"
He's seen you at your best and at your worst and as he says his love for you is so immense, so strong that the rest of world no longer matters:
"I don't know if you're beautiful because I love you too much... "
There is no room for any objectivity, his (and, hopefully, theirs) is a love that exists for its own realm. And isn't that the best sort? There's a Tom Waits song to back this up - "the only kind of love is blind love, stone blind love."
Stephen Merritt writes a song like an angel. Trust.