Long ago, I would have said that this song corresponded with my life during years of an abusive relationship. If you continue to listen to noise that rambles on afterwards, sirens and keyboard clacking, beeping and electronic tickings, that's what it was like when the magic of loving someone begins to fade away. In our modern age, technology is used throughout the dating scene; texting, skyping, face timing, emailing, and everything in between. The coldness that follows, the distancing, and that breaking away. Things becoming routine, machine-like. Yet, this lovely, humanistic, painstakingly bare voice is begging for that one to stay, for the love to remain the same, and yet it won't. Did she sell her soul for that moment? Perhaps. Did I sell my soul for that moment in time, to be loved as I believe I could be? Yes.
But I stole it right back.
Can't believe it's taken me so long to discover this song, but it just doesn't pertain anymore. Still going to love it by singing it when the moon begins to wane.
Long ago, I would have said that this song corresponded with my life during years of an abusive relationship. If you continue to listen to noise that rambles on afterwards, sirens and keyboard clacking, beeping and electronic tickings, that's what it was like when the magic of loving someone begins to fade away. In our modern age, technology is used throughout the dating scene; texting, skyping, face timing, emailing, and everything in between. The coldness that follows, the distancing, and that breaking away. Things becoming routine, machine-like. Yet, this lovely, humanistic, painstakingly bare voice is begging for that one to stay, for the love to remain the same, and yet it won't. Did she sell her soul for that moment? Perhaps. Did I sell my soul for that moment in time, to be loved as I believe I could be? Yes.
But I stole it right back.
Can't believe it's taken me so long to discover this song, but it just doesn't pertain anymore. Still going to love it by singing it when the moon begins to wane.