Glorious-ness.
A very glorious sunshine broke through the clouds today, very different from what it was like yesterday (dark, gloomy, rainy and hail-ey). It always really pretty because the sun shine always falls perfectly along the yarra river, particularly when the train travels from Southern Cross to Flinders Street at that time in the morning. It is as if, just for that brief moment, all the problems and all the worries that are in existence just melts away. Really, it's the simplicity of it all that drives all the confusion in my life out of the window. Far far away.
Then of course, a perfect picture gets even better in moments where there's a perfect song to go along with it. A perfect song that encompasses all your feelings, your circumstances, what and where your life is, and perhaps even, the very reason for your existence. I mean although, it doesn't necessarily mean that it's a total indication of your current state of mind, the very fact that you can relate to it, is what makes it the perfect song:)
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
Chorus:
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
Repeat Chorus
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
-I'll be, edwin mcCain
and if last night was an indication of anything at all, MY people are once again very correct. ( i never did doubt them ever though.) I think hopes are such terrible things sometimes.
Rawr. I need to get to Mr. Taylor. meh.
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