In the midst of this is a vulnerable and honest plea.
Pure desire.
Tender request.
Realistic report...
A vulnerable thesis and pointed desperate revaluation of pure need.
But the last words stick out...
Things like this make me sick.
In a case like this...ill get away with it....
In the light of the persistent environment and background surroundings....
It's not forthcoming nor realistic...
Despite his honest plea and desire...it's not possible....and from the writers perspective...no one knows....
No one cares.
We are left with transient noise and a frantic synthesizer...
It's a song of desperation.
A longing for connecting amidst a stubborn environment of persistent detachment and shallow transition.
The song has a consistent background.
Trains coming and going Bartenders tending Tables talking Rain raining. Heart beating.
In the midst of this is a vulnerable and honest plea. Pure desire. Tender request. Realistic report... A vulnerable thesis and pointed desperate revaluation of pure need.
But the last words stick out... Things like this make me sick. In a case like this...ill get away with it....
In the light of the persistent environment and background surroundings....
It's not forthcoming nor realistic...
Despite his honest plea and desire...it's not possible....and from the writers perspective...no one knows.... No one cares.
We are left with transient noise and a frantic synthesizer...
It's a song of desperation.
A longing for connecting amidst a stubborn environment of persistent detachment and shallow transition.
It longs... And successfully so.
@tebdanner idk who you are or where you come from but...you must be a writer, a poet. I think I'm in love.
@tebdanner idk who you are or where you come from but...you must be a writer, a poet. I think I'm in love.