A fantastic song about the collapse of metaphor in the imagination of incongruity. Whatever Steve Harley was trying to say is lost in the illusion of confusion still waiting at the lone dead tree by the barren road for the expectation of revelation. Such imagery is the mainstay of imagination and romance, but also in the wings of waiting darkness through confessed subordination
Dreams
People
Situations
All of life is a masquerade that only the concierge of our moral compass can guide
Experience
A fantastic song about the collapse of metaphor in the imagination of incongruity. Whatever Steve Harley was trying to say is lost in the illusion of confusion still waiting at the lone dead tree by the barren road for the expectation of revelation. Such imagery is the mainstay of imagination and romance, but also in the wings of waiting darkness through confessed subordination Dreams People Situations All of life is a masquerade that only the concierge of our moral compass can guide Experience