MissNeurotic, the beauty of music is that it exists purely in the imagination of the listener. If love is the form this song takes in their minds, so be it, that is their opinion, and in music, nothing else counts.
Personally, I imagine I'm on my deathbed, with my love stroking my hand and crying, whispering "are you dying?" in my ear. That's just me.
MissNeurotic, the beauty of music is that it exists purely in the imagination of the listener. If love is the form this song takes in their minds, so be it, that is their opinion, and in music, nothing else counts. Personally, I imagine I'm on my deathbed, with my love stroking my hand and crying, whispering "are you dying?" in my ear. That's just me.