As I said, recently I swam in the flames. There is something romantic about it. Something very very romantic. I am a romantic pirate you see, even when it comes to the possibility of drowning. And on this particular event 2-3 days ago when I took a shot at trying to understand what this flame is, I was overcome with the warm feeling that leaves you in the unbearable cold later. And while I was living through the after-effects, I came to get used to whispering this song. Don't read too much into how it maps into the whole story. Just try to relate to it. Feel the longing. Think about your favorite person:
"Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here...
I wish you were here...
Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,
And I miss you like hell,
And I'm feeling blue...
I've got feelings for you,
Do you still feel the same?
From the first time I laid my eyes on you,
I felt joy of living,I saw heaven in your eyes...
In your eyes...
Wish you were here,
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here...
I wish you were here...
Don't you know, the snow is getting colder,
And I miss you like hell...
And I'm feeling blue...
I miss your laugh,
I miss your smile,
I miss everything about you...
Every second's like a minute,
Every minute's like a day
When you're far away...
The snow is getting colder, baby,
And I wish you were here...
A battlefield of love and fear,
And I wish you were here...
I've got feelings for you,
From the first time I laid my eyes on you..."
(Blackmore's Night)
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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