A black coffee in a pointless morning with this song in a zero bass filter within a low audible range and you know you can safely skip your meditation sessions, for this song liberates your mind of all the cares in the world (Unless your house is on fire). From Grand Central Station to Montreal, the beautifully crafted conversations and imagery that have been skillfully handpicked from her inventory of life experiences, begs you to shut your eyes and listen to her paint the lyrics into moving pictures of travel and loss. The soothing melody hums in between the chorus is a signature mark in its own and sways you from one frame of the story to another. It is these simple yet striking pieces of melody that remain in your head whatever the lyrics, it is what you take away from the song along with the repetitive title (of course).
Quote Best Lines
"The Sculptor we hardly knew,
his limbs were lying askew,
sea green, see blue"
Quote Best Lines
"The Sculptor we hardly knew,
his limbs were lying askew,
sea green, see blue"
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