Love is hard. I’ve heard lyricists, arguably the best in the business fail to truly capture it in words. I’ve heard every instrument try to capture the accendance, the way the body and brain lift into the emotion, they don’t. Nothing can truly capture it, the ethereal nature of it. Like a wisp that slips through your fingers, it lingers over you, like a haunting.


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